I think that this drink
Makes me sink a little more.
Now, I know, cause i saw,
There’s no law
For create me a sure.
Maybe, if I write another line,
Other rhyme,
I would paint a new story again.
I am the soul,
I am the poison more low,
The trick who still grows
For find the same and old end.
I am the Human,
I am the son of Man.
Nothing is got,
And there’s nothing I want.
The Earth are turning, but for me,
This don’t make diference.
I forgot, I lost,
All the meaning and my existence.

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