Thus Centuries shall pass.
how long will you scratch
your wound?
Your scream is
like a birdsong
and people are used to
the roar.
In the name of fate
memorial stones of the dead are created
and all around
the desert is spreading.
Now put down the cross
from your shoulder,
you will not find
any Simon here.
Come on, why do
your feet stop?
The desert is nothing but
the synonym of your life.
Simon, the disciple of Christ who took cross form his shoulder
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