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You should not judge Until after death (Other) by Prince of Void You should not judge
Your happiness might be your penis
The emptiness, nothingness itâs me
Iâm the owner of void on darknessâs edge
Just never ending paces of mourning for the life
And life seems desert so quest is only death
What my lines are in this fatal misery
The lines crossed the mystery
Of whatâs inside universal mind
Of whatâs in seven skies
Of whatâs in Caesar's hand, and Plato's brain,
Of what's Lord Christ's heart, and Shakespeareâs strain
Of whatâs in sun when it dawns to man
Of whatâs on the spell of moon
Of whatâs within secretive absence of the beloved
Of whatâs in Rumiâs Silence mysterious silence and love
Of whatâs in numberless births of stars in constellations
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