Aug 2020
Surely the soul is now seeking refuge; unbelievers harm him, slaps him to pieces, because he is different in everything, even in separation. You cannot sit still, in the tender, forgiving lap of your sweetheart: Outside envy and evil eyes will lurk in your loneliness! The prison net destined for the ground will be strangled around you.
Stubborn, sly hands tearing into each other's hair tear the restless existence of the bulbs of the new life: A man is broken because he is light-hearted, and carelessness trampled on nothing, and now Nothing has become his eternal companion, and he suffers a heartbreaker! - Disgust and helplessness swamp me!
They will defile you too! They lie to you friendly, good-sounding truths, and they stumble upon each other, even the smallest dust-eye brakes! - The soul is now seeking refuge; unbelieving horse binders harm him. He certainly wants satisfaction, harmony and silence so that his life can continue on the bed again with a clean slate. She lets her face be caressed by redeeming female hands for as long as she can!
Only his loved one would still have the shaky conviction in it: His lucky star, who was thought to be wasted, had not sacrificed and let the Universe, which had long since received its desires, fall on its nuclei. "Your sweetheart will send you a wave of smiles, and you will doubtfully and half-heartedly say, 'Everything will be fine!'
"And you look at it with the ancestral sins of uncertainty." Unpredictable ignorance pretty patiently grinds every foot of your sanity! You view your things and changing nature, arranged with eternal immortality, as if you were already a tiny link in the end of the world!
Stubborn, sly hands tearing into each other's hair tear the restless existence of the bulbs of the new life: A man is broken because he is light-hearted, and carelessness trampled on nothing, and now Nothing has become his eternal companion, and he suffers a heartbreaker! - Disgust and helplessness swamp me!
They will defile you too! They lie to you friendly, good-sounding truths, and they stumble upon each other, even the smallest dust-eye brakes! - The soul is now seeking refuge; unbelieving horse binders harm him. He certainly wants satisfaction, harmony and silence so that his life can continue on the bed again with a clean slate. She lets her face be caressed by redeeming female hands for as long as she can!
Only his loved one would still have the shaky conviction in it: His lucky star, who was thought to be wasted, had not sacrificed and let the Universe, which had long since received its desires, fall on its nuclei. "Your sweetheart will send you a wave of smiles, and you will doubtfully and half-heartedly say, 'Everything will be fine!'
"And you look at it with the ancestral sins of uncertainty." Unpredictable ignorance pretty patiently grinds every foot of your sanity! You view your things and changing nature, arranged with eternal immortality, as if you were already a tiny link in the end of the world!
