I have to get out. I have to.
I've lost all my armors and swords...
Don't want face the world I've been sent to.
I don't want to hear the fate's words.

I know, I see I have failed
To make a human to the man.
I had heart of mine been nailed
To stone that we called the cold brain.

I have to get out. I'm loosing
My last and trumendous breath.
I know, by leaving I'm choosing
The quick and intimeless death.

I have no source to fight farther
for life I've been given at the start.
I know, I would end all that rather
to keep pray and to worship the star.

I have to get out and I will to -
Not knowing how and when...
I'm praying to became as created
And never at any conditions be back here again.

11.11.2022