The essence of the chaotic changes that breaks every bearing of their intentions
Prohibiting the farce, systematically sound in my sight
The being is no longer chained nor barred;
freedom by insight
As my make-up adapts to the very reflections of my mind under the city skies , I cry
The pain of its blessing as become to severe for me to contain
Yet , as I change, I remain
Humble, modest and sound
No longer am I that man
He died; no longer around.
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