When I met my soul
(in strange rhyming)

                By Lord Julus aka Iulian Ionescu

Yes, I feel it...
Can it be true?
	It's like a big fire ball
	That passes through
	Bursting inside,
	Rolling all-over,
	Turning around...

Does it sting?
Maybe...
	But deep inside,
	Something opens
	Like a wing
	moving aside, 
	Showing a path, and then

I can see inside me,
	I can look...
	Everything is fancy,
	Wires and floods and all kinds.

Then I look deeper
	And I can see my soul,
	Like a big statue,
	Like a Gate Keeper
	to my insides...

I can't pass like I'm supposed...
	I say: 'Why not?'
	'The Gates are closed',
	Answers the soul.

'And why is that?'
	I say to Myself
	And the statue bends...
	Like a doom shelf,
	It's pain, it's sufferance
	I can see them all...
	I feel...

'Look here'
	HE says... and gives me a picture...
	My feet are getting drunk in a BIG, BIG
	TEAR...

Oh... it's her...
	I'm shaking,
	My eyes are foggy
	And I shiver...
	I hold my breath...
	An angel.

That's what I see...
	I look again
	And she...
	Her eyes are looking back
	The Reign
	Of Sadness
	Surrounds my neck.

'I understand',
	I whisper.
	I sigh.
	Then turn around and leave.

'Help me!!!'
	The soul's cries are hammers 
	To my ears.
	'I can't', I say.
	'On the River of Tears,
	we're in this boat together...'

And the sail
	Goes on and on and on

Will it ever, ever
	END?
	They wonder...
	I don't know,
	I put the picture in my pocket
	And I'll keep it forever...

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