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I began to die
As the birds grant melody towards the vast galaxy
I began to learn that things like UFOs aren't real.

I began to die
The clouds shove regrets and stir out their spirit
Upon the loamy creatures called humankind
And the breath was at that degree
That there're no longer voices in their psyche.

I began to die
And chant in my dreams
As if my heart sought for visible schemes --
Those schemes full of hope
That my flesh was no longer in my bones.

I began to die
And shiver in my blanket because of the disgrace
That this muddy-blood human being was an ash in the tray
But I'd rather not to --
That I may not turn joy into chocolates of grief.

I am dying --
I began dying to myself
And day by day, I keep on dying.
It's not simply because I choose to --
But because I'm meant for it.

To die in my own flesh
Regardless of the thousand veils I keep on wearing
Regardless of the fact that I am a human being,
But I'm not only a human being --
I am chosen
And I have a calling
And yes, it does matter.