Leonid Rotshtein - SLAVE

The slave has Bitter Fear is on Heart is Sorrow’s spray,
of waves in palecortex Brain’s rear. Shaking Feeling
To see the Spirit-brain as bagging hat again
For cent and shilling to bow head in-vain. By giving energy, or "Holly Cell" to other Human cell,
Received the Slave the Soul dead in "Self" The Slave fights Life’s bright flight.
With passing Time he’d forgotten Light, or Real Self-Incide."

Leonid Rotshtein

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