The ultimate symphony
Composing the final symphony,
I see the messenger of that death
By denying the hope strong closures
And in front of me for shut up storms
And just by absorbing them
The fury that the truth does not invalidate
Generating the mismatch and nothing else.
Helping those who became clown
The burden of the living tremendous chaos,
Where further ships could be
The harbor has already come undone in soliloquy,
And I make my way in death and pain
Rotten dream, my praise...
LOURES
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