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Sprouting Time
It drives me crazy that everything is so colourful,
That everyone can laugh about trivialities
It drives me mad to be Nothing,
To be a molecule in this great universe
It makes me angry that things are so difficult,
That fairness doesn't think of me
It makes me sad to be alone,
To not be able to find the deity who would stand by me
It makes me guilty that I'm ready,
That I wish everyone would go to Hell with death and devils
It makes me ice cold that we're so powerful,
That the Reaper comes to take us when our time has passed
It makes me mean that he's all-powerful,
That he chooses death instead of life for me
It makes me greedy that things are so easy,
That I can, just like God, decide what's right
Leave me in peace, God
Just let me be free
Leave me in peace, God
Let me be myself
The years, counted, soon death will come
Let the tree sprout, then I will be ready
The years, counted, soon I will be decomposed
Let the tree sprout, I want to be its earth
I must die, I will be dead
I will be ashes, both in Hell and in Heaven
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