Sow nothing for this world,
as you will gain nothing,
nothing.
Nothing is truly real.
it is just a man behind a mask,
it is nothing.
Nothing,
you could ever imagining,
nothing, nothing.
long I stood,
on the pavement gray,
and long I circle,
longing for a better result.
Yet,
nothing happen in the end.
It is nothing,
nothing that a man kind could ever hope for,
nothing, nothing.
Written by: King
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