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In Harvest When Dead Leaves Fall

It's Like My Second Spring Mind

I'M Wondering. I'm Asking Myself

Could There Any Correction Of Lifes Fooling

Or Should I Ask Heaven For Season

Or Should I Ask Hell How To Fight Against

Against This Sickness

Against This Virus Of Making

Every Day Is A New Fucking Challenge

To Keep My Fucking control

Every Year Is A Nwe Fucking Cycle

To Accept Lifes Law

And Bottling Fury And Rage

And Channeling Hate And Pain

To My Next One. To My Wife

To My Childs And To Myself

In Spring When The Sun Bright Shines

It's Like  My Second Harvest In Heart

I'm Wondering. I'm Asking Myself

Should There Any Correction On The Dead Ones Leeriness

Am I Insane

Am I A Real Man

Or Am I Between

Between And Fiction

Between My Mind And Heart

Between Life An Dead

So Mabye You (?) Should Kill All

Maybe This Would Be Your (?) Self Therapy

Maybe The Only Solution

Would Be A Total (Suicide) Holocaust

Maybe I (!) Should Kill You All

Maybe This Would Be my (!) Self Therapy

Maybe  The Only Conclusion

Woulde Be To Impose The Drape Of Dead Above All