You have pierced me, human being, it wasnt for the first time and I believe it wasnt for the last time. You even dont know it but so often you are shedding my blood, frequently I do not have the strength for you. Then I retire into my palace veiled in the morning vesture of apathy. Still I havent found inside of you what I am looking for a long time. Silently I just beg this wasnt phantasm... How much more shedded blood and tears is awaiting before my soul comes home? The eyes of mine sow the wistful longing on the firmament. I will give you mercy... even I am bleeding Mercy and sympathy... the arms of the strong and longing ones. When I advance on my way... Ill begin to pray for you.
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