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I do not want people,
Who destroy the ground.
Who make my birds fly away,
Who leave with no sound.


I do not want people,
Who don't want to stay,
These moments are cracking the ground,
And the pain stays inside, it does not fade away.

Done.

Go and play with human's mind,
See the words we have behind.
Ask for things you'll never see.
Breathe. It wasn't meant to be.

For more you're in, for more you leave,
Done with things you don't receive.
Tried to go along with words,
Ended up. Bare hands. Sharp swords.

Welcome to the exhibition.

Mother, father,
I can't really find.
It is just so useless,
I am colorblind.

Fearless, thoughtful,
I step on those knives,
I dreamed of eternity.
Of all drowning lives.

I vomit, I fight,
Feel dreadful; this might
Is nothing for me.
It's for foreign sight.

Don't care for my words?
Unspoken and closed.
My heart, I just keep
Those ships there, exposed.