The sin will den into larva.
No soul will be entertained ever.
The brisking of my breathe will be no longer.
The end will make his joyful inward.
To smell the wet earth ever.
Token name won't be rewarded any more.
Few drops of dew will not search any more.
And words full of sins occurs in the end.
Under the undying sky it moves.
Warmth full of clouds that crosses your way.
The nightmares of dark nights.
Loved and hated few all my life.
May the longest hour of my life stays.
No more excuses or expectation will see your way.
May be it's a curse in disguise stays inward.
To make me feel it's empty.
That's pretty intense...
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