Vilmos Zoltan Galyo Poet Free verse

Suffering of death

Vilmos: You can’t be bound for a thousand years.
             My life is yours.
             My soul is yours.
             My body is yours - live in my body.
             My mind is yours.

Master: I love you.
Vilmos: I love you.

Master: Vilmos, can you forget Hungary? Can you forget England?
Vilmos: Where can I live my life?
Master: I am the Satan.

Vilmos: I understand your hidden message.
Master: Come with me.
             Come with me.

Vilmos: I am following you. 
             I am with you.

Master: Stop now.
             Write a verse.

Vilmos: Yeah.


Master, oh, Master
I need you, I love you
Just don’t kill me 

Just don’t kill me
Don’t kill me

I need to live
I want your life

My Satan
I love you

I know you
I need something
I need something from you

Your science
Your life

He is suffering
I feel his life.

I feel
I feel
I feel
I think his life.

I feel his life
Satan is suffering
I love him
He is my guard.

Master: I love you.
Vilmos: I love you more, oh, my Satan!
Master: I love you, student!
Vilmos: You are my life. You can’t die.
Master: Jesus wants to bind me for a thousand years.
Vilmos: No, I won’t let that happen.
             I already gave you my life.
             My soul, my mind, my body, and my life.
             Dear Satan, dear Satan. Just you can understand my life.
             I saw a few days ago a video about you.
             Amazing Facts.
             Master, you can’t die. I am with you. I am your life.
Master: We stay together. Forever.
Vilmos: This the Life.

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