To the steadfast believers
My God
In a certain period of time
I still call Your name
Even if it is really hard to remember
You are completely full
Your light is holy hot
Just a flickering candle in the dark silence
My God
I lost my form
crushed
My God I wander in a foreign land
My God
I knock at Your door
I cannot be changed
About the Creator
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