The cycle of countless lives
The value of individual things
The conversation with
the surroundings
And the absence
Regulations from
a lonely solitude
An accidental prayer
from a special structure
Puking Blood
Stains on my hands are
the seeds I saw
The reflections comes
in is almost nothing
My tears concerning
it is a unit that has everything
Where is the end of this thinking
Does everything truly exists
Is it the expression
of the arrogant God
Is it the expression
of the arrogant God