Begotten by Jakub Zielinski

No-one knows anything
the silence is loud
and mud covers sanity
from feet to top of ears

we are going somewhere
where we are unknown
and blind people weep
over pre-paid by blood gold

sometimes near fall
soon to be resurrect
like Phoenix
in our lifeís circle

with fall of the last roots
grey dust
marks old manís final way
and his questions
remains forever
as unfinished
as our experienceís borders


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