Who am I,
but the fool of the god,
wandering moment to moment
for eternity.
Every experience,every tragedy,
oblivion,sink into the abyss.
An evanescent,
linger into empty halls,
though full with homosapiens.
Lost into modern civilization,
naked,without shield,
without mask,to hide.
Emancipation,only a dream,
too far to reach.
Salvation had emerged
only through agony and pain.
Life,worthless.
Death,longing.
Serene beauty of sanctuary, once,
now forbidden city.
Chemicals trying to heal
the destruction from alien disease.
What is the point of fighting,
which promises failure,death.
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