You were trying to become
the truth Can I become a god of stones?
It was a clear faith in Satan.
Who sends the black
magic to turn a man into religion?
I have my own words to translate.
There was a quarrel between
moon and the Bodhi tree. Only the shadow
of the Bo tree bleeds, when you kill the moon.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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