About lost and sand

On a heathen
i disappear and lost the way to live

And no-one beside my author
i try to make this much more self-important
for that who ever reach my poem
can be closer my loving side
so that i could be loved

On a heathen
i found my way to live and die

That's hard cause i can not found my hidden wishes
beyond this
you may see me as innocent puppy
and oh, what more we can even be

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I started to thing that solitude,
greatest might on my life
it has been
i started to thing that solitude,
is something like inner will and always shall be
it has been eaten inside me

Well, through the eyes of children i wrote this poem long ago
hope that you can be in your hide rest of your life

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Stolen is our will to kill
stolen is our will to kill
stolen is our will to kill

And what the hell i've been concealing
you must been past it like - what can i say, in venom - a happy puppy
and you couldn't thing, that same life burgeoning each and every soul,
that you could'nt be you if you couldn't be me

Stolen is our will to kill
stolen is our will to kill
stolen is our will to kill