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Repent

This morning upon awake, on the radio a soft make : Nothing much, nothing good. 
Just a story of a soul, who now cries as in a movie of Hollywood.

It gave me the creeps he told it all ; a story of a man who didn’t stand up tall!
His face is blunt, and his lips are cold. Why should we be tortured,  when he wasn’t 
even old? This is  a sad and angry day for the many people who came his way.  A 
woman cries and no one listens. Some kids mourn and he doesn’t miss it. It is a 
journey of empty space. A man is dead and I am amazed!

And at the funeral someone says: A good man I could tell.  He owed me money and 
now he may just burn in hell!  Yes, there is no air, no regrets or remorse. And in his 
thoughts we can here him say: I did you good, now kiss my corpse!

For those who suffer, he was a liar and very afraid of a cold attire!
His time came, and he was  late. Let him rest in peace for his own faith!

As for the dead  he reaches his peak, as people grief his firm grip! 
Oh my God he is gone! We will never see him again! Is he looking down on us? 

And then I hear the dead man’s own thoughts, a brief moment of foul distraught!
There was no hope , its now late. Where is my love and darling  mate?
And as he realizes what he's done, he glances hard to self mourn it 
Did I really mean to do that? How could I have ever projected? I see no lights, no 
sounds, God, angels  and  great effects! This isn’t my place! I want to go back!

And then again he cries for help. He is in regret for the choice he’s made. A calm 
voice comes on his way: Where was your own strength? There is no return my  dear 
friend!

And he screams for a second chance!
I see my future now, please, I can  retrieve! Don’t let me go! I want to live!

And then  he hears the crowd’s crying.  They are all tormented  and in sorrow lying: 
He is gone, and he'll be in a better place! But others scream:  Let him go with his 
selfish  little face!

And one by one the crowd  leaves, and I look at him with a sad tear. He is really 
craves and  pleas for a chance:  I  just wanted a fair romance!
I am ready to place you  down, but how could I,  your frightened Clown?

So he is granted his life again! You are safe, go back, your time has been delayed! 
You were given it all: Sight, hearing, taste and smell. Go back your little snail!
On the radio a soft speech: Nothing much, nothing good. Just a story of a soul who 
now cries as in a movie of Hollywood. He was dreaming!


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