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What’s a poet like me
But a mortal with a dream?
With a vision of a life
Where things are always dark
Where life is just a fight
No one wins without a lie
You won’t win without a lie...
What’s a poem from the deep
Of my insides, from my blood
But a letter to keep
To make laugh your dear God?
What’s a poem from the lost
Fragment of my heart
But a letter for the Devil
To make a restart?
What’s a poem from the sadness
Of my lonely soul
But a letter from my madness
Showing I will fall?
What’s a poem from the fallen
Tears from my face
But an SOS call
Just to tell you I’m dead?