Friday, February 3, 2012

MY BATTLE AGAINST THE LUCK

MY BATTLE AGAINST THE LUCK

Keep this battle against the fate
And I see every dream decomposed,
And when at last I am opposed to fantasy
Seduces me into the reality dictate death
And I deny some hope of the supply
Residues than was decomposed
And dead in life, even in ghastly air,
Having no one might still to comfort,
That wandering into dark light rough
With each new evening showed up
The voice of the nefarious and cold abandonment
Residues in carcasses, butcher
The love that so often tore through
By taking which I can do is spurious sleep...

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