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Feb 2015
The household never did
listen, follow the rules, always
he never knew how to rid
himself of seedless prays
effort but useless days
in meaningless lives.
And his gods were almighty
allthough they never gave him the sight he
desperately needed.
He hoped his prayers finally were seeded.
I don't know who's predictable
and who's the puppet.
I guess it's up to those who fail to believe
to live a life, certain but full of grief.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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