among the brigands and faulty machines
stood myself with soulless bodies
grappling with joy, yet are we in grieve
they know better, but not me
we march among the faulty smell
wondering and wandering
we march together to heaven or hell
nobody knows what's the ending
good deed, good deed
'tis hard to come by
easy for me to say I did
alas, I'm not that high
--syamsulhasran
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