Power is everywhere, they say.

Maybe that power may sometime come here,

to me, to us.

She says.

what are we waiting for?

the light of the world screams

it is hungry, it is poor

the cry cuts my skin and reaches my organs

Help! Help!

while tearing apart the inner self

discovering  demons

looking  in the eye

let time destroy

what ceases to exist, cannot harm

begin to  to breathe

to live

the light of the world discovers its first fire-ray

go on and do not stop

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