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The Commandment of the soul
There is a misconception
When the concept is a lie.
I might lay down to eternity,
So know this before I die.
She is elegant and contentious,
A queen, and pretentious.
Addictive but infuriating.
Some call it absurd
And some intriguing.
Devouring your mind,
Slaying your heart.
Moreover, you find
Friends are enemies
And everything is apart.
Don’t believe in hiding
When there are no fears.
Don’t believe in winning
Cause there can’t be perennial winners.
So hear me when I say this!
I declare a moratorium
To end these mind games.
No more lovers, no more friends
Until this game ends.
That is what my soul commands.
Yiðit Þahinoðlu '97
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