
"SKERP-KABOE"
If you would work one small miracle
repair one man
without violence or comtempt
assemble one body
without leaning on the grotesque
inventions of pain
if I could understand the mystery of the rain
how it holds its dignity
in the violence of a storm
if freedom was not more important
than even god of death
you could have me I would not escape
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