| poem.Oct.'02 |
| AMOR FATI Man's first love is bliss Happiness, his eternal wish He builds the bridge of life For Joy, his eternal strife; Until pain crawls up his chest and kills his peaceful rest Suffering, Suffering, Suffering becomes his life's new quest. Now pain is sweater than love His life is beautiful now For Man has conquered his heart His life is now an art; Now pain and war and death are all part of his breath For man has conquered his soul For man has conquered his soul Amor Fati's his goal; For the love of fate alone For the love of fate alone For soon he will be gone. |
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