Like he was going to death party
And he knew very well that he'll die;
But he couldn't do anything,
Because everything - for him- is a lie...
The realities aren't here
But he believes he'll go
To where they are...
Of course it will today or tomorrow,
He'll pass the way which is narrow...
When the executioner was coming
Lastly he looked at his sorrounding;
After his eyes were closing slowly
He understood that he was diying lonly
Are these the fires of hell really
Or it's a nightmare only...
Who knows?!
But the real one is death;
Death is the real realtiy!...
Düzce 1992
Hakan PomakoğluKayıt Tarihi : 4.9.2019 19:40:00
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