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Where is Your Sting

June 11, 2013

Yesterday, when the rain let all of her to fall
Like she was waiting and waiting too long,
I felt the world is mine and I will live and call
Where is, Death, your sting, come along

We’ll see who is nobody , who will die
I could die in that moment very easy
So nice was relief after clouds were not shy
In the evening that was fresh again and breezy

You are wholly self mockery, you skeleton
With a pitch-work, you’re out of fashion
You’re just a liar, Satan’s elder son
But something else is now my passion

For Life that you try to kill with that South wind
In vain, it was all in vain, who cares today for bone
While the spring Breeze rules like He’s my King
And you’re just the old news, my King is on the throne
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