| Fall to the sun Seeking only salvation. And a quick death, and the end of pain. Talking incessant nothings Of life, and nothings of Conversation and your world. The motions are becoming too clear, So change your faults Oh one We call Life. Stop bothering me With your doldrums and conundrums, And faults and genius. Stop bothering me with you. Fall to the sun And end my suffering. Turn me over to the Sweetness of nothingness. Turn me away from you. |
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