A writer from the other side,
among skulls and bones,
whispering tales,
from the other side of life,
like a witness for living sinners,
to hunt their brains,
and plant some seeds to grow.
A writer from the other side,
known`s how he can project
his soul on his readers,
and became immortal.
Then, when the curse
of what they called sins,
is their own happiness of joy,
they got jealousi
because of their unhappiness
and called happy humans
for sinners.
~*~
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