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SOLILOQUY |by Trond Lunden

Sin, flow of light
Dying inside life or upside down
Whatever I find out, senses float
Was ever my way straightened out?

Beads as a token
Sinner awoken
Man over mind or upside down
Where did my respect go?

Watching the sky from above in my lonely life
Persisting and definite there is no such thing
Carried away on my one wing