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chain of the past
as if it’s not gonna happen
to strip away the miseries and sufferings
of thousands of years…
finding myself in the same circle all the time
not being able to maintain the
harmony of disappeared childhood
where is that purest perception, where!
I’m becoming like the others,
kept in the order of disorder
chained to the misbeliefs of forefathers
conformed to the habit-ridden monotonous days of mankind…
nothing new inside me.
keep thinking the slightest sin I
committed
keep following the path chased by
the people lost in time and space
squeezed in a fragment of a line,
every choice I’ve made have been the choice
of the old, ugly, violent!!!
I wish I’d know, my brothers!
nothing new could flourish
nothing new could have brought about
as long as I keep repeating
as long as accepting, denying, blaming…
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