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The door to reach god
was the tomb way. It was closed.
Timeless you have to burn.

No morning song will
be loud. You have to touch the
shadows and kiss the footprints of death.

It was a bottomless
thought to repeat the hurts of tall
humans. Have you seen one foot entrance?

To accept the uncertainty
was a mortal pain. Between life and death
there was a neutral god.

Who exactly said, it was
imminent. You have to know yourself.
Who tells what, only blood will freeze.

Everyday one meets death
to pay back the debt of living
while taking breath under the burning moon.

You react to see the
delusion. I map your face on the fire.
After a kill would you wait for the end time?

No one gambles nowadays.
How do you walk on the sand painting, so
no one rises from the dead body?

I put on my palm a slice of
future to read the god's command. Some
one laughs at my back and shouts, you are the god.

Embroider maker,

Eccentric patterns.

Repeating.

Yin Yang.

Never the same,

Trickster.

Restless 

Soo restless.

Skillful,

Cunning Embroider Maker.

Between lie and truth, let
me celebrate my mindset after killing my
consciousness, I am going to become a vagabond.

The artless love freaks out.
There was always a full stop after the
moon's death. Do you hear the weird thing?

History walks again on the sun path.
Between blood and bones of faith, war begins.
The myth will not explain the unexplained.