Ruses
The love the old ruse of wanting,
Explodes into a thousand pieces who resists,
By taking a second every being,
At the same time calms and flickers already
Overcome by the anxieties, of this insane,
I could see that I am nothing,
Delivered to the hindsight of the tyrant,
My life gradually deteriorates,
I wait after rain calm
What may bring me some peace?
But when life and time progressing
I feel in fact incompetent.
And I leave me take by the torrent
Strapped on my feet, steady stream...
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