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Pain is everywhere
Springing from the crown 
Of the head and like jellyfish 
Expanding proboscis
Cover the whole body
Till the end of the toes
He collapses in epilepsy
And lays there on the cold floor
For the whole day
Till the senses start coming 
Back the next morning
He is starring at the ceiling
In a desperate attempt 
To remember who he is
He sees the face of his mother
Holding him in her arms
He is crying inconsolably
Because of the unbearable pain
Devouring the whole body
He sees his mother shaking him
And dropping him on the floor
Where he lays unconscious 
And still the whole day
Till the next morning
He opens his eyes 
In desperate attempt 
To remember who he is
And he sees the face
Of his mother again
The coursed cycle
That never ends
One more attempt
He is on his knees 
Praying for help and for relief
Till the pain dissipates slowly
In the dawn of the morning
He is exhausted after non 
Ending permanent torture
The desk and the paper
He reaches for a pen
And starts writing feverishly 
His dreams take over 
And in one instant 
He is nowhere
To be found
In the real world
But he is there behind 
The veil of inspiration
Devoured by passion
And overwhelmed by dreams
Writing till exhaustion takes over
And he collapses into dreamless 
Ethereal sleep till the next morning
When pain wakes him up again
Cursed circle that never ends
He reaches the limit of hope
And belief 
There is no relief
Zarathustra comes into his dream
And starts speaking of things
To be achieved only in dreams
Actions to be performed 
And ideas to be formed 
In deep overpowering sleep
Under the blanket of night’s
Secretive relief 
To climb the mountains
To perform miracles 
To cross the canyons
Up in the air without any despair
And stand there with the whole 
World under his feet
So he grabs Zarathustra
With his week shaking hands
And holds tight with sheer 
Power of his desperate mind
That is left untouched by pain 
And not yet destroyed by disdain
So he rides the world on 
The shoulders of a modern man
Who outgrew the old times
And challenged the minds
Of the world sinking into reflections
Of its own imperfections
A moment of relief 
Standing high up in the sky
Gives a desired peace
But next morning comes along
And the circle starts again on
Overpowering pain with no relief
And he loses any belief
Like a little child abandoned by mother
He cries inconsolably
He screams to the world
About his unbearable loneliness
And in angry despair 
He announces the world
That God disappeared
He died long time ago
But world did not know
He screams at the top of his voice
God is dead
And is not coming back
Cursed circle of non ending torture
Of pain and despair
God disappeared
In to the darkness of square
Of the bottomless sky
Of his wounded mind
God is dead and is not coming back
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