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Nothing here, nothing there. What a farce ! And we who are lost in being and becoming We who cannot sit under a Banyan tree Nor be crucified as we expect the world's end It's tiring to cry over the death of God Let's not bother to visit his grave ever again "This world is a carcass, it's seekers are dogs" Then Dog l am, without any shame and deceit These fools who want to create a new world They haven't learnt from the mistake of God Yet still, I welcome everything with my arms missing As long as it strikes the world and leaves man stumbling
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Mar 30, 2023
Mar 30, 2023 at 1:47 PM UTC
Mindless Rambling #1
Nothing here, nothing there. What a farce ! And we who are lost in being and becoming We who cannot sit under a Banyan tree Nor be crucified as we expect the world's end It's tiring to cry over the death of God Let's not bother to visit his grave ever again "This world is a carcass, it's seekers are dogs" Then Dog l am, without any shame and deceit These fools who want to create a new world They haven't learnt from the mistake of God Yet still, I welcome everything with my arms missing As long as it strikes the world and leaves man stumbling
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Mar 30, 2023
Mar 30, 2023 at 1:47 PM UTC
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