After this
After have reading the book of DeathI try to figure out what's coming
Can I start to live or die?
Or is it all already over?
I try to figure out
the plans of Buddha and God.
Have I those time I hated
been a good person?
The times I shouted
and asked you to die.
Were my wishes true?
Or just from the moment of heat?
The eyes I gave to my nexts
jealous and poisoning
and killing.
Have I really lived as a true human?
I try to figure out what place
in hell
Buddha and God have given me.
Poetry by Chantraine
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Written on 2005-10-10 at 16:54
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