On my neck.
Sits a very old Woe
it is wild, untamed,
too strange for me to hold
it is bold
and quite hard to let go

Praying goes astray
and i am restless too eager
to stick to it and say
- i am not an hound to be in bound
- this despair eats too much time that should be all mine
- i shouldn't be tamed by damned pain
- this curse is on me?
-me, me, me, and my -Ations

in All of my generations
even through navigation
we can not escape calamities
that troubles all of our Nations

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