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I'll let the dust from my feet not to be bloody today
Because the road has clashed with two worlds
The smile that covers my face and shows the path, the blades of knife
Without fear and trepidation of being killed while breathing

In it's own confrontation
With horror of living evil
In it's own wandering
Leaving itself, burying his body
Into the hands of death

And nearer are the paths of blood than the call of men
Nearer from those on which one can get killed
Of steel birds that chained the sky with steel wires
Instead of the celestial chains that belong to them

Smiling to the morning
With red stripes
And like a trail in the eyes, on the edge of the worlds
Like tears collected with hands
Mixed with air and all the waters
Like tears...

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