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Last Battle

When life, Man!, puts you on your shaken knees
Craven you are you lay flat there with fear
Vision darkens, Worries breed. Blooming hell!
Nothing on your back but that burden tears.

Then flat on your ground zero, Zero Man
No-one to stand in your shoes, give a hand
Help you out unleash your rage to upstand
Like great men bounce to the stars- be a man.

Then from night to timeless night to abyss
You dig your resolute grave on life ground
You at one stroke eclipse moon in a stick
the smoke of your ash blow them off to death.

When the Will gives up all the underneath
Mechanisms, in a pinch , break on their wheels.

So-called poetry of Biba

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