Sometimes Destruction
Walks by my side
Trying to tempt me into abandoning
Everything I believe in
Unsorrowful is the feeling
That there is something
Deep inside of me
That always wishes my well
Feelings I find in there
So much bigger
Than myself
They grant me consolation
A kind of consolation
We forget to search for ourselves
But that can be found in particles
In the lack of overwiewness
Only our own life can be lived
And we only die our own death
Who am I
The one that lives in the sunlight
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