I will try.


Stand on the moon

and show me a country.


Falling rain is real.

Down by the rivers


it is killing people.

Fire is real.


Show me a country.

Death is real.


All over the landscapes 

no borders


and the loneliness is real.

Duty has an unpleasant sound,


not something I would choose.

And God? 


Stand on the moon.

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