izaak buwalda Poems

I feel like i am imprisoned in a life that leads to death
the meaning of a purpose that circles in my chest
love without a reason is like hate without regret
life is full of chances and life is full of death
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You who speaks Great logic
make no sense of senses
failing to see meaningfully
the logic of Condemption
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Insane, to be insane
in vane to be a saint
illusions concluding conclusions
in minds alone
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