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YOU ARE JUST AFRAID OF NOTHING
Comb in the way, seek for the stick; a wise man faints
Don't be disturbed – to cool your taste, I will but prove
With all the points lacking one truth:
“If poplosh died, who then am I?”
Sit there and cry for “Poplosh died”
Living your life for half of you
And some for this your “Poplosh” too
If “Poplosh died, who can be you?”
Your “poplosh” lived and you did too,
Then “Poplosh” died, who then is true?
“Poplosh” or you? Worthy poplosh,
You claim is good or unworthy you?
To fix your strength on certain trusts
Of men or angels you but trust
Without minding straightly your world
Will throw you in confusions much.
Announce their might, announce their zeal
But where are you?; think it straightly
“Poplosh” you loved, worshiped, is gone
Who then are you? You waste your youth.
GOD JUDGES THE gods
God paints the face of gods in polken white
Needs me the trick to say in this cold white
Submit thy silver, drop also the sponge.
Young men look still; we talk aloft the gods.
Silken silver to chairs beneath thy bare
Evobosh basts the sack foaming kicks stakes
Streets of the wild, I still surrender still
Forgive the bananas; check the broken seeds.
Send blows to winds; my arrows also pass.
Quench thirst to rain; send too the ice in blue.
Purple chalk quench the thirst, so seeks the ice
Glasparos motos gos biganbigai.
Ever sufficience saves the quotience.
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YOU ARE JUST AFRAID OF NOTHING
YOU ARE JUST AFRAID OF NOTHING
