Without Logic

If God made us in his image

If it was his will

He should have taken umbrage

Of the evil bad inhabited

That interferes and sharing

The immaculate innocence

Of my child's soul wise

I would understand

Of this paradox

I'm accomplice

Suffer as another

In me slips

Because without logic

I left

Both satanic

Than angelic

If every time in chattering

We allow ourselves to drift

I really think of inheritance

My silence is deadly

I discover you wan

Set to your eyes so tender

I might just inadvertently

With a chisel split them

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Sans logique

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