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?
