If God makes us in his image if it was his will
He should have taken umbrage from the ill-inhabited evil one
Who interferes and shares the immaculate innocence ©e
From my soul as a wise child I would like to understand
Of this paradox, I am not complicit
Suffer that another slips into me
Because without logic I leave myself
As satanic as Angelic
If each time we let ourselves drift away in chatter
I believe that my silence is a murderous inheritance
br/>You discover me pale, fixed on your tender eyes
I could well accidentally split them with a scissor
I am not complicit in this paradox
Suffer that another slips into me
For without logic I leave myself
As satanic as Angelic

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