The cycle of countless lives

The value of individual things

The conversation with the surroundings

And the absence of the humanity and reality

Regulations from a lonely solitude

An accidental prayer from a special structure

Puking Blood

Stains on my hands are the seeds I saw

The reflections comes in is almost nothing

My tears concerning it is a unit that has everything

Where is the end of this thinking?

Does everything truly exists?

Is it the expression of the arrogant God?

Is it the expression of the arrogant God?