Standing on a wall made from feathers.
How do I stop myself from free-falling
in a barren vacuum?
Where no two people speak the same language.
Where life has treated them like the prince of thieves,
who has stolen from the disgraced man,
a man who accepted his wife's betrayal
and tarnished children's veins.
If only I could believe in belief
but belief stems from confidence
which no slave can possess!
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