If things under the Sun is faultless,
No one or country needs the medics,
Nor a law for enforcers or twisted justice…
If perfection is alive under the Sun
No man shall read a varying clock
Nor weep when microbes feed.
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Unrest Soul: Imperfection
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The era of mist
At times I wish I could bragAbout a white greenish flag;Symbolizing endowmentMeant to be inherited… Soil, air and underground Blessed with the best ever foundTrenches…
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Chained colour
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
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Caduceus and sawbones
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
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Water from flame
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
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