maybe its about you, the devil itself, burnt in..
narratives, easily reversed, in any languages.

what do now.

maybe you are just here to eat.
maybe, i am the one, whos here, to clear your conscience. its ok, some old ones, also do not let their vengeance either. and everyone looks, unimportant.

what do

its just looking for worth. in the end, the two is now, all the same. and in me, i feel nothing anymore for you, and still, you never evee know at all. but constantly surprised, and now, forever blaming me.


and for all your shows, please, for the first time and probably last, feel me properly, but thats, easier to fly home, from iran, since you did that first. or, in your word, sending everyone off.

nevermind anymore.

combust, like the sun now, and finally, remain, very very quitely.