The radiance of my pen was already ebbed
My outcry seems now, not that much effective
But this could not be the hindrance for me to go on
For as long as my pen breath I won't ceased
But foe owed a vigor and have a lot of arms
That it needs a miracle for them to be ruined
But as a mark of history, armor was defeated by a pen
That wisdom count most than those of precious gem
But now indeed the battle was not mostly of war
Instead, a disease that ruled the heart of many earthlings
That thy deeds sound very earsplitting
Do I have enough ink to calm their flame?
But maybe this time I was destined to be defeated
For I am weak and one breath away to death
Oh, sky! I should be dead! But this I'm quite sure
That my pen will continue to battle....
written: June 14, 2001 @ 9:00 AM
Old stuff once again
Mysterious Aries
DU LIEST GERADE
My Schizophrenia
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