By your satisf action, my Creator, I do not desire and please
You created my voice and your hand portrayed my members
The sound night is faint and the light is cut off
Cool air that makes hearts and minds cool
Let you write and speak words that are not balanced and not guaranteed
The heart is anxious and the thought is dead
Eyes narrow and look interesting
In the corner of darkness they sent fate
The candle light lit the fire
Between idol and blood and a long way between life and death
They wrote the luck and they said promises
With a little incense we opened the prisoner and free us from the enchanted
and held its intention and said Who am I ?
I am a composite person and made
I am the one who wants to cry but not to shed tears for him
I am the one who came down from heaven
When I came down, I found myself among the most beautiful colors and colors of women
I can not sense.
How can I touch a white cloth and its dirt with something I do not know?
I was looking for myself among a group of colors it had met but I did not find her
I feel myself from the inside cool and from the outside hot.
Who am I ?
I am the one who does not like me.
A pile of meat coated with paint
Scary monster with curly hair like grass
The body of the red armies and the eye is more beautiful than blacks
I do not know who I am?
who I am?
That scorched or lost or hobo or artist?
I found myself in a place with something of wood
but it made a nice sound
and drink of water
that was not brought forth by the earth,
and no heaven brought it down
Who am I ?
I am the one who wants to be
I am the one who does not know me
I asked him where are you? are you here ?
who are you ?
Haha he also does not know me
I want to get closer to you. I want to see you. They said great about you.
Can you tell me who I am?
They told me that there is paradise and hell
How can I know you and I am imprisoned in this room?
I want you to know me.
I am confused between the fire of the halal on the left and the haram on the right.
How can I know them or how do I know who I am?
I am the crazy one who speaks with green flasks that I drank when I had thirst
I found myself in a big river and cold and bad bait
I started to drink and I forget myself, who am I?
I'm wondering but I can not answer. Can I be a normal person?
Or someone crazy?
Catch me constipation and I can not turn.
I look for myself among a bunch of papers thrown in front of me
in front of me
They're gorgeous with pictures like me
I read things I do not understand the meaning and language I do not know
I read a writing I can not copy
I will go out, and I will return, and I will write in my language and my words which I have made myself
I re-search between the lines between the lines
Who am I ?
I am the one who tries to remake himself and his body with clay
I look for myself between every rock and rock
I am the one who will create himself new
I am the one who will choose myself happy or sad
I am the one who will name myself and choose hair, body and color
And came out with a mask made and beautiful
This is how I must be
I keep remembering every step and every corner of darkness
and every night a cold
Who am I ?
I made me a maker
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