No real desire,
No craving for flesh,
Out goes my fire
Nothing is right,
It always has been
Complex, Degenerate, Imaginary
Give life to me.
My peace, my quenched thirst,
My solution, My end
What is the reason for which,
I am sent?
Maybe I hold all in hand
and ask destiny to show
Teach me to forgive
and I'll love, live and let go
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