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That filth must have meant something to you.
It meant a lot to me...
It told me to wear the Mask of my inner wars with pride.
It told me to wear the Mask of my suffering with pride.
I was almost there... Almost there where I wanted...
Never say never?
Then what can we say?
Are there Words in our dictionaries one cannot say...?
From the rain brought down on earth
Crops have grown
Evolved some species of plant,
Seeds can live and grow,
Seeds can become so beautiful
Feeding us well.

Farm tales.

I think I already had something said of some pigs and some cows...
And chickens...
Other animals were involved,
But said not enough of the noble horse and the mighty peacock.
But there's much more, there is much more! And all of you quite know how many animals...

And we all joke until it becomes not funny anymore
But there's solution.

I've lost my soul
Or did the soul lost me?
Either way: as long as we can be happy...!
I don't understand how all this can be helped.
I believe I should start beating myself to death
Until I WOKE UP as all this is me prolonging myself into a nothingness that has no value.
I either make something valuable of this or I am as good as dead.
Is telling it to your face
That you know only ****
Of what means to be loved,
What means to be cherished,
What is all the meaning of love!
The Carnal is carnal that has its purpose and use, all the rest is ******* without the light...
Or îs it the other way around
But we just must get confused!
This sad,
Broken with love and care  put down
And why is this calmness telling of the great fighter,
The warrior I've become!
Oh, the warrior I've become!

Oh, the worrier!

Can you help me calm down? Find the solution?
Find the solution.
For a solitude imposed,
Fathers, mothers wishing me so much time to live!
Oh, this wonderful life kept in captivity,
I thought I made it fun,
I thought I made it sad,
Until I WOKE UP and learned the real path,
Until I WOKE UP and really thought!
Not accepting the truth of a recollection of wisdom
În these wars there is nothing but techiques,
Strategies
And shades of fantasy and trouble.

Oh, Thank you Father. Now I'm a very good *******! Keep being prouder!
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