It seems they never stop,
To rush themselves along the slope,
In their search for light.
I see the shepard of the path,
So old so bored, but sorrow,
A tear is that all I 've got
For him to pay Tomorrow.
Perheaps it's just, the way it ment to be
To see before the end,
To find yourself, your Christ so dead,
As well is Mohamed.
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