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I know your gods, every single one I know, All of them rest on your crutches, I know. They have all died, not a single one remains, Only some books have preserved them, I know. Nature hides much beauty deep in her folds, This sickness lives only in human, I know. From every eye some familiar light shines, Whose heartbeat pulses in every vein, I know. Bring someone, meet me with your own God, Such a miracle will never happen, I know. All know the tricks to frighten and scare, All know those terrifying tales, I know. The sky was empty, you could not bear the void, So you filled it with heaven and hell, I know. Whoever comes to know his own true self, Arrives dancing, drunk with his own zest, I know. Everyone hides behind God to play his little god, How crooked every move of yours is, I know.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:19 PM UTC
I know.
I know your gods, every single one I know, All of them rest on your crutches, I know. They have all died, not a single one remains, Only some books have preserved them, I know. Nature hides much beauty deep in her folds, This sickness lives only in human, I know. From every eye some familiar light shines, Whose heartbeat pulses in every vein, I know. Bring someone, meet me with your own God, Such a miracle will never happen, I know. All know the tricks to frighten and scare, All know those terrifying tales, I know. The sky was empty, you could not bear the void, So you filled it with heaven and hell, I know. Whoever comes to know his own true self, Arrives dancing, drunk with his own zest, I know. Everyone hides behind God to play his little god, How crooked every move of yours is, I know.
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:19 PM UTC
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