Cyberia
The little piece of life's piece Slowlg passing, like a flow A feather's flow - gentle yet provoking An action to take - the deed shall be done The deed of freeing oneself from The tombstone of pain Oh, the chains of Dante's hell Will I manage to surmount? The one call out my name Asking whether I defined What I am,who I am Did I manage to sublime? To the purest feeling of mine Honestly and clarity - the monks know The price paid for finding the truth Exchanging yourself for the goods Awful! What to do? To cry oneself away before eyes close While soul breaks apart the chains Imprisoned you are, such a fool Your soul was the price Now Mind is the pain
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