25 May 2012
Slave to the rhythm of life. Reminisc my previous life. I lived, I loved, I died. Sat myself and sighed.
Mysteries so deep to everyone else, just nature to me, really nothing else. Reincarnation is not a price. It's the result of your demise.
A soul, a hundred and seven years old. A body just twenty three young years old. Step down, off your religious latter. With your ignorance, only me you flatter.
Put your life into the dead mans perspective. Find a suitable place in the grand collective.
Reincarnated • Opuss № I