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Nothing maters in this world
Everything is about the sword
Everything is about the gold
And even if you have soul of gold

I’ll have to confess
Such soul is almost worthless
We all fallow our destiny
When I was younger I thought I was free

In this world there is beauty
But even living for eternity
Life would be empty
Never truly free

I wish from philosophical point of view
Dreams would come true
I wish life was not design by a fool
As it is because of idiot that is cool

I wish to be
Able to truly
Control my destiny
I wish to be philosophically free

If that means I’m crazy
Let it be
Only fool will not see
That which is clear to me

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