I crucified all my beliefs,
Pieta
Resurrection
Reincarnation,
Renaissance
I'm standing again,
I'm alive again,
I'm on my feet,
when you get away from the hysteria of others,
Even though I'm getting lonely,
The world is opening up like the gardens of Eden.
The only decisive thing in life is the individual,
After eating Kemalist salads.
A sense of eternity
God, will I be able to stand up,
Or am I the father of this session?
Not at illegal coffee gatherings in Galilee,
I am in legal expansions at Schweiz,
Father, was this how it should have been, the end of us?
It's like a Sunday session.
Ahmet Cemil
Kayıt Tarihi : 25.11.2023 15:38:00
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