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Gets no love the one who doesn't love. It's not Karma, but simple logic. Even if he does, it's a sort of odds, Making the canon candid. It's not Karma, but simple logic; The misanthrope is alone - Who doesn't like water, will suffocate in, Who doesn't like life, will be perishing in. The misanthrope is alone. This is all a matter of nature- One may hide in a mass like serpent, Still being poisonous, threatening. This is all a matter of nature; The old song of yin and yang- Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness, But they fulfill the scheme of destiny. The old song of yin and yang- The side uncursed by goodness Is the side blessed with senselessness, Extreme plainness and severity. The side uncursed by goodness Fulfills the dark side of the bright - Without looking for doing the right Since it's all self-implemented. Fulfilling the dark side of the bright, Giving chance for the light, And bearing all the dark of the moon, He may be a hero, the antigone. Giving chance for the light, Getting no love while another does, We - people - serve perfect bad examples For there's no hero without Antihero. Getting no love while another does, Even if getting that's out of odds; Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness, But each fulfills a scheme in destiny. We've been and we'll be gone even as antigone.
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Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
Pantoum of the Antihero
Gets no love the one who doesn't love. It's not Karma, but simple logic. Even if he does, it's a sort of odds, Making the canon candid. It's not Karma, but simple logic; The misanthrope is alone - Who doesn't like water, will suffocate in, Who doesn't like life, will be perishing in. The misanthrope is alone. This is all a matter of nature- One may hide in a mass like serpent, Still being poisonous, threatening. This is all a matter of nature; The old song of yin and yang- Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness, But they fulfill the scheme of destiny. The old song of yin and yang- The side uncursed by goodness Is the side blessed with senselessness, Extreme plainness and severity. The side uncursed by goodness Fulfills the dark side of the bright - Without looking for doing the right Since it's all self-implemented. Fulfilling the dark side of the bright, Giving chance for the light, And bearing all the dark of the moon, He may be a hero, the antigone. Giving chance for the light, Getting no love while another does, We - people - serve perfect bad examples For there's no hero without Antihero. Getting no love while another does, Even if getting that's out of odds; Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness, But each fulfills a scheme in destiny. We've been and we'll be gone even as antigone.
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27/M/Algeria / Hungary
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
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