The wish of a mortal,
to see the light,
she sits down,
there will be no fight.
Conversion of ready-made corpses,
is like bringing back the dead,
it is a vision like none other,
to see the boiling of blood red.
To see the brown eyes,
I must look very close,
but what I see now,
I have not chose.
To believe that your specific individuality,
is only normal,
would be turning my back on God,
and opening myself to the world.
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