A Man of The Oblivion
Earth spinning under
sway arm as we walk,
A man lay beside thy
fire,
As the property burn
his feet under the rain.
The rain is by
nature, and the property was where he stand.
By the land is not
where he stand, a wings shall be his only expectation;
Send him a bird for
ride, show him thy bread;
May the wings became
a flame, may the gale vanish his faded time.
As his vanity whisper
for eden,as his unborn sin frightened by thy inferno;
By dying is a man
rely on, drum and brink are endlessly his terror;
Merely life has it is
end (but it is has not), he shall numbered his day.
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