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Poem of Mozaic 2 :

The Disastrous Sins of My Past

Someday, I’ll be taken away
Either by will, or hatred
For what I’ve done, not when I lived, but for the time when I longed for death
Now, the clock is tickling
And there they sit, the perpetually childs of sins
Waving their hands undoubtedly, “ here sir, we’ve been waiting for you, come quick sir we always miss you”
And I’m counting..
Zero Zero Zero Zero…
Never reached one.
Ultimate paradox
That’s the form of my sins, hidden beneath the scattered scars of on my door
Tell my past, o childs of mine,
Try on living and Revealing the disastrous of my sins, of my pasts.
You’ll need infinity… Ꝏ of hummingbird.
Come then o childs…
Death awaits.

-Kirin, the Fallen One.
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The Way I Live, Now and Ever

I give priority to the gains over the method.
Nevertheless, don’t ever forget that reality is adhered with naivety. So, what are you doubting for?
It’s the way i live, and will the way i die.

-Kirin, the Fallen One. – with Adam and Fadjal at Auditorium Djokosoetono

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