Burn

Empty and badly burned
I entered the church of medicine 
The doctors looked at me
in the terror and contempt
I drank therefore I have to suffer
And deserves to suffer
Love is not here
but hate is good to have
as a companion at night

The hate keeps us awake
and helps us
But love will end the world

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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