Vassline
expression of the arrogant god
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The cycle of countless lives.
The value of individual things.
The conversation with the surroundings.
And the absence of the humanity and reality.
Regulations from a lonely solitude.
An accidental prayer from a special structure.
Puking Blood.
Stains on my hands are the seeds I saw.
The reflections comes in is almost nothing.
My tears concerning it is a unit that has everything.
Where is the end of this thinking?
Does everything truly exists?
Is it the expression of the arrogant God?
Is it the expression of the arrogant God?