These are the last words of my prayerI see my faith in him vanishing into the air,
I lost the ones that I found
It seems it will happen because he told me so,
I know he can�t be fair
Every other day, the grave of my faith gains a new layer,
I wake up when am not sleeping
I fall when I am not standing,
The sunrise turns me off
Cause the night stops to laugh,
At the optimism of the cynical mind
I wonder if the devil in me can be so kind.
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