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It takes me just three steps to walk to the door

A dark chill, a vile knock, is the devil knocking on my door?

Why does this lack of immunity happen so very often?

This fever burns, it is so haunting

Will the sand begin to drip again and tell me that my time is up?

Or are the past and the devil’s laugh teasing me?

I wait all week for your phone call

I wait months to see your face

I wait an eternity to feel your love

Maybe in another life you will love me

But in this current life, your cold chill helps me to truly and deeply fantasize about your love that was not there

You were built upon the broken moon’s star

Like all of the countless droids, you are not alone

The message is hypocritical, the system has failed

How pure can you be?

When male pride stones you, machismo hates you

How much fear can you have?

When you have free will

Where is world unity?

And

What is embracing culture?

When the fear of loving an outsider is viewed as a mutated Nazi creation

I am a fool for trying, but enlightened for knowing

Why are all of them of the same cancer with a different shape but the same emotional disasters?

Pardon me but do not be a rotten hypocrite

To just move because the moon’s star is broken means you are flawed

Accept the change, or just walk away

Don’t feed me an illusion

Because living a lie does not nourish the soul

Because loving a lie will make that lie not love you whole

I am so nice, I forgot the reason

I am so passionate, but false love is not the reason

Your system is failed, it is just the cold soul you had to borrow

The love spoken but not expressed is true sorrow

And the broken moon’s star will deteriorate season after season

Another stoning is the reason

Same sin, the devil’s knocking, and the wise Catholic abolished the liar of liars

Not in sickness or in health, not in death because what I felt for them is dead

No more sympathy, what I felt for you is dead

And this fever burns deeply, it has happened again

Physical ailment can only cause pain and someday a homicide

Their cold fear and their manipulative ignorance will cause internal rain and someday a wicked genocide

And lead me not into temptation, for my love and sympathy for her will cause my reckoning

Knock, knock, I’m falling apart, guess who’s there?

Knock, knock, a blessing opened my eyes, guess who’s there?

Knock, knock, you open the door, but you’re not there

Knock, knock, I have learned my lesson, it is just the never ending story about the cold souls that roam everywhere

Knock, knock, I inhale and digest your fear, your tragedy is your own cross to bear