These roads have seen
a worse catastrophy,
that of a madman
is but a shadow
in the night
a dropp in the ocean,
it's nothing
This am building
is a mansion,
that's the foundation,
Come with me now
The breath that cannot rest
sprouts of a soul
that rests not-
A mechanical fleshy robot
moving coz moving exists
Searching? It searched
but emptiness it found
Tried filling?
These frail weird efforts
cannot fill it
no
they can not
Stop
Don't be worse
than a madman:
merge purpose
with your step
Find that inner peace
Come, follow me
let's meet Him
He like no other
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