In every wave there is a ripple that follows after

The animals breathing in the air of the dead

Reborn in its own flesh and bone

In a world of reincarnation into the next cycle

The wrong time has come again this is the end

Let me go I am here

The world in it flavor full of truth and hidden by lies

I know that life was never meant to be…


We are not here to burn in the ashes but we are here to rise in its glory

In an unexplainable fashion called life.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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