We dont cry for things thats become a way of life
- Tajan Joseph
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
A Tribute To Harkishan Singh Surjeet
I read the following interview in the FrontLine and its highly patriotic....
To be noted is that HSS is only 16 years old when this incident occurred.
Q) When did you first go to the jail, and why?
HSS :- I first went to the jail in 1932 because i brought down the British flag and hoisted the tricolour. At the time i had just completed my written test for the matriculation examintaion and only the science practicals were left. Plans were afoot to observe the first anniversary of Bhagat Singh's martrydom. The governor was to visit Hoshiarpur on that day which was 40 kilometeres from Jallandar. The District Congress Committee had announced that they would oist the tricolour in place of the Union Jack at the district court on that occassion. The Collector with the aim to foil any such bid, deployed the army and made an announcement that anybody indulging in such an action would be shot at.
I went to Hoshiarpur. On reaching the Congress Committee office i found to my dismay that because of the deployment of the army the programme had been dropped. I enquired from the office secretary why such a decision had been taken. He asked me if i had no knowledge of the Collector's announcement.
I retorded, saying "A mere threat of shooting has made you give up. This is an insult to the nation."
He challenged me and said: "If you are so brave, you do it."
The scheduled time had already lapsed. But i took a flag and mounted it on a small stick from the office and proceeded towards the court which was then a symbol of the imperialistic rule in the district. The army personnel had become complacent by this time as the scheduled time had passed. I climbed the stairs, brought down the Union Jack and hoisted the tricolour. Two shots were fired but neither hit me.
The Deputy Commissioner, a Maharashtrian, came out. In those days very few Deputy Commissioners used to be Indians. Seeing me, a young boy, he ordered for the firing to be stopped. Then i began abusing the British. When they came to know that i did not possess any weapons, some army men climbed the stairs and caught hold of me. I was sent to the sub-jail and put in a dirty cell.
The trial took place the next day itself. When the magistrate asked for my name, i told him my name was London Tore Singh ("One who breaks London").
He failed to extract my actual name. I accepted what i had done and praised Bhagat Singh. I was sentenced to one years rigorous imprissonment.
I asked the court "Only one year?"
Then the magistrate increased it to four years.
I asked again "Only four years?".
The magistrate replied that under the particular section, he could not give me a longer sentence.
Excerpt is taken from Memoirs: 25 Communist Freedom Fighters, a People's Democracy.
(I guess its a must read for one and all)
To be noted is that HSS is only 16 years old when this incident occurred.
Q) When did you first go to the jail, and why?
HSS :- I first went to the jail in 1932 because i brought down the British flag and hoisted the tricolour. At the time i had just completed my written test for the matriculation examintaion and only the science practicals were left. Plans were afoot to observe the first anniversary of Bhagat Singh's martrydom. The governor was to visit Hoshiarpur on that day which was 40 kilometeres from Jallandar. The District Congress Committee had announced that they would oist the tricolour in place of the Union Jack at the district court on that occassion. The Collector with the aim to foil any such bid, deployed the army and made an announcement that anybody indulging in such an action would be shot at.
I went to Hoshiarpur. On reaching the Congress Committee office i found to my dismay that because of the deployment of the army the programme had been dropped. I enquired from the office secretary why such a decision had been taken. He asked me if i had no knowledge of the Collector's announcement.
I retorded, saying "A mere threat of shooting has made you give up. This is an insult to the nation."
He challenged me and said: "If you are so brave, you do it."
The scheduled time had already lapsed. But i took a flag and mounted it on a small stick from the office and proceeded towards the court which was then a symbol of the imperialistic rule in the district. The army personnel had become complacent by this time as the scheduled time had passed. I climbed the stairs, brought down the Union Jack and hoisted the tricolour. Two shots were fired but neither hit me.
The Deputy Commissioner, a Maharashtrian, came out. In those days very few Deputy Commissioners used to be Indians. Seeing me, a young boy, he ordered for the firing to be stopped. Then i began abusing the British. When they came to know that i did not possess any weapons, some army men climbed the stairs and caught hold of me. I was sent to the sub-jail and put in a dirty cell.
The trial took place the next day itself. When the magistrate asked for my name, i told him my name was London Tore Singh ("One who breaks London").
He failed to extract my actual name. I accepted what i had done and praised Bhagat Singh. I was sentenced to one years rigorous imprissonment.
I asked the court "Only one year?"
Then the magistrate increased it to four years.
I asked again "Only four years?".
The magistrate replied that under the particular section, he could not give me a longer sentence.
Excerpt is taken from Memoirs: 25 Communist Freedom Fighters, a People's Democracy.
(I guess its a must read for one and all)
Friday, April 25, 2008
The beautiful Mind
"It is difficult to understand"
This is the most common of all the comments i have heard from people who have gone through my blog. :)
I presume that is because i am prescribing an overdose of my thoughts!
Well if anybody feels that i should be chargesheeted,
this is just to inform you that i prefer a tribunal of some military junta! :D
The beautiful Mind
What is the greatest gift of life?
Answer: The gift of a sound mind!
Psychology has always hooked me!!
It is vast, complex and its you!
And i am not qualified to write on it, but the best part of this stream is that u can always comment on it,
because you are just talking your mind.
And Both are just one!
There is no need to play sudoku, or for that matter any puzzle game,
if you knew that the biggest and toughest one ever to exist... is ur mind itself!!
Limitless with no boundaries, it remains the most vital tool in the hands of a man!
And it is for free, as if a birth right!! It comes with us all!
We dont know what all dimensions it skims through,
but we know that its the fastest of all.
Now let s see your mind...
Every single event in your life has moulded it!
Its ur face or ur shadow, call it whatever!!
Only you could have made it the way it is now.
And given a second chance, you cant replicate!!!
Its a one time tread path... a repeat is forlorn.
Everything that happened in your life has had an impact on it.
As a kid, when you cut your finger for the very first time, you ran to ur parents and observed how they reacted to that.
Coz pain could be expressed... through a cry!!
But with a foreign entity, you didnt knw how to identify and react to the blood?
And if ur mom turned hysteric then, today you definitely not a soldier.
Nor a nurse or a doc for that matter!
Coz clever mind games could revamp the pattern, but the impression would remain!!
So the learning started from Day One, without our knowledge!
And what did we learn in school?
To be a social animal!!
And finally, today we all are a typical show case specimen.
We all have a mind draped in an armour... of artificial custom made responsiveness.
If (incident=A)
{ do 'this' }
else if
(incident=B)
{do 'that' } -- -- --
and on and on!
And truly like a well tailored suit covering the body,
it covers you (or should i say, hides you) .
Only the best is shown, the not-so-good remains inside.
So even though u have become the leader of the safari team,
you still 'shamefully' dread the spiders!
Individuals have personal stereotype reactions to incidents.
say for eg; a new e-mail is recieved, some would be outright anxious, with a big energy overdose...
And the rest (read majority) remains phobic.
What needs to be understood...
is that the love, fear, trust, anxiety!!
every factor that ur mind throws at u
decides whether your life is what it is worth!
and its so limitless that you can still recast
Like a game u have coded.
your attitude, perspective, willingness..
everything you can decide.
So its like this
You design ur mind -> ur Mind plays the game -> You live to tell the tale.
But rarely people try understanding their mind.
even if it decides whether you are going to win the game, much b4 the pitch is laid!
cast spells on you and redeem you of your sins.
limit you, expand you.. both socialy and spiritualy.
As an end note,
(esp for those who didnt understand this post ;( )
let me just say, it can give you a good night sleep...
and now half of the world knows its worth!
This is the most common of all the comments i have heard from people who have gone through my blog. :)
I presume that is because i am prescribing an overdose of my thoughts!
Well if anybody feels that i should be chargesheeted,
this is just to inform you that i prefer a tribunal of some military junta! :D
The beautiful Mind
What is the greatest gift of life?
Answer: The gift of a sound mind!
Psychology has always hooked me!!
It is vast, complex and its you!
And i am not qualified to write on it, but the best part of this stream is that u can always comment on it,
because you are just talking your mind.
And Both are just one!
There is no need to play sudoku, or for that matter any puzzle game,
if you knew that the biggest and toughest one ever to exist... is ur mind itself!!
Limitless with no boundaries, it remains the most vital tool in the hands of a man!
And it is for free, as if a birth right!! It comes with us all!
We dont know what all dimensions it skims through,
but we know that its the fastest of all.
Now let s see your mind...
Every single event in your life has moulded it!
Its ur face or ur shadow, call it whatever!!
Only you could have made it the way it is now.
And given a second chance, you cant replicate!!!
Its a one time tread path... a repeat is forlorn.
Everything that happened in your life has had an impact on it.
As a kid, when you cut your finger for the very first time, you ran to ur parents and observed how they reacted to that.
Coz pain could be expressed... through a cry!!
But with a foreign entity, you didnt knw how to identify and react to the blood?
And if ur mom turned hysteric then, today you definitely not a soldier.
Nor a nurse or a doc for that matter!
Coz clever mind games could revamp the pattern, but the impression would remain!!
So the learning started from Day One, without our knowledge!
And what did we learn in school?
To be a social animal!!
And finally, today we all are a typical show case specimen.
We all have a mind draped in an armour... of artificial custom made responsiveness.
If (incident=A)
{ do 'this' }
else if
(incident=B)
{do 'that' } -- -- --
and on and on!
And truly like a well tailored suit covering the body,
it covers you (or should i say, hides you) .
Only the best is shown, the not-so-good remains inside.
So even though u have become the leader of the safari team,
you still 'shamefully' dread the spiders!
Individuals have personal stereotype reactions to incidents.
say for eg; a new e-mail is recieved, some would be outright anxious, with a big energy overdose...
And the rest (read majority) remains phobic.
What needs to be understood...
is that the love, fear, trust, anxiety!!
every factor that ur mind throws at u
decides whether your life is what it is worth!
and its so limitless that you can still recast
Like a game u have coded.
your attitude, perspective, willingness..
everything you can decide.
So its like this
You design ur mind -> ur Mind plays the game -> You live to tell the tale.
But rarely people try understanding their mind.
even if it decides whether you are going to win the game, much b4 the pitch is laid!
cast spells on you and redeem you of your sins.
limit you, expand you.. both socialy and spiritualy.
As an end note,
(esp for those who didnt understand this post ;( )
let me just say, it can give you a good night sleep...
and now half of the world knows its worth!
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
PowerPlay
I got the surprise of my life today when I went thru the newsprint. So much so that I need to write this blog.
Anyway, the view listed below is my futile attempt to pen down something that has been in my mind for some time!
So here goes,
There are three Big Questions for our dear readers!
No: 1) What does the world’s richest cricketing board and the poorest of the poor farmers of our land have in common?
Ans: Both share Mr Sharad Pawar as their guardian.
Because, he is the Hon Union Minister for Agriculture in India and also the President of the Board of Control for Cricket in India (not necessarily in that order).
And talking abt cricket, let us face the next bouncer question:
2) How many times have you seen Mr Sharad Powar, the person most liable, come in the news for a cause of agriculture?
Ans: Never until today… (At least for me)
Maybe as an answer to the prayers of the countless, today finally he was in the news regarding the crops.
And since that s a bit too hard to digest, the third question is relatively very easy…
3) Even for a Union Minister, why this bias?
The answer is simple and straight: - Money!!!
It has always been a blot to our society that the contribution of agriculture on the Indian GDP scale keeps steadily decreasing.
It now stands close to a mere 2.5%.
Situation is so bleak that people today look down upon agriculture as a loss making venture. Unpredictable monsoon, petty politics, pathetic PDS all weigh down upon the poor and illiterate farmers every year resulting in huge loans but empty stomachs.
And now the whole nation is facing an imminent food crisis.
From an export of rice and wheat to an importer of wheat at exorbitant rates, last year we pushed the global market into an unprecedented state of flux.
After so much of buying inflation from the outside world, with prices of cereals, pulses, wheat touching the sky… the finance minister today is having sleepless nights to hike the export and to strike down on the import duties.
Hence it is paradoxical that our farmers be living in poverty.
Their counterparts in Ukraine, Australia and many other parts are not in such dire straits.
And with more than 60% of the nation’s population surviving on farming alone, the gravity of the situation gets alarming.
But here we have a Union Minister for agriculture turning such an appalling situation into a blind spot.
Himself from Maharashtra, a land which is always in the news for its high rate of farmer’s suicide, it is nothing short of criminal negligence.
One needs to just take a tour of the lands of Vidharbha to take stock of the situation.
The grim faces of frail mortals are very different from that of the present rich friends of Mr Pawar, whom they had voted to power so loyally.
It is adding salt on wounds for the millions of poor farmers to watch their “central guardian” share the spotlight to earning billions.
Well, the minister is where the money is... and he is making merry of it.
For a top politician to be so high handed and negligent in his civic duties talks volumes about the confidence of system perpetrators to escape the law.
So why is there no justice? The answer to that is so simple that I don’t have to waste my breath…
Ok, my free time is up. Back to work!
But for all those Yawners who live corporate, the budding entrepreneurs of tomo,
forget farming but there is much to learn from BCCI!!
Just look at how politically correct they have played their cards, they just did everything correct by taking in Pawar.
Anyway, the view listed below is my futile attempt to pen down something that has been in my mind for some time!
So here goes,
There are three Big Questions for our dear readers!
No: 1) What does the world’s richest cricketing board and the poorest of the poor farmers of our land have in common?
Ans: Both share Mr Sharad Pawar as their guardian.
Because, he is the Hon Union Minister for Agriculture in India and also the President of the Board of Control for Cricket in India (not necessarily in that order).
And talking abt cricket, let us face the next bouncer question:
2) How many times have you seen Mr Sharad Powar, the person most liable, come in the news for a cause of agriculture?
Ans: Never until today… (At least for me)
Maybe as an answer to the prayers of the countless, today finally he was in the news regarding the crops.
And since that s a bit too hard to digest, the third question is relatively very easy…
3) Even for a Union Minister, why this bias?
The answer is simple and straight: - Money!!!
It has always been a blot to our society that the contribution of agriculture on the Indian GDP scale keeps steadily decreasing.
It now stands close to a mere 2.5%.
Situation is so bleak that people today look down upon agriculture as a loss making venture. Unpredictable monsoon, petty politics, pathetic PDS all weigh down upon the poor and illiterate farmers every year resulting in huge loans but empty stomachs.
And now the whole nation is facing an imminent food crisis.
From an export of rice and wheat to an importer of wheat at exorbitant rates, last year we pushed the global market into an unprecedented state of flux.
After so much of buying inflation from the outside world, with prices of cereals, pulses, wheat touching the sky… the finance minister today is having sleepless nights to hike the export and to strike down on the import duties.
Hence it is paradoxical that our farmers be living in poverty.
Their counterparts in Ukraine, Australia and many other parts are not in such dire straits.
And with more than 60% of the nation’s population surviving on farming alone, the gravity of the situation gets alarming.
But here we have a Union Minister for agriculture turning such an appalling situation into a blind spot.
Himself from Maharashtra, a land which is always in the news for its high rate of farmer’s suicide, it is nothing short of criminal negligence.
One needs to just take a tour of the lands of Vidharbha to take stock of the situation.
The grim faces of frail mortals are very different from that of the present rich friends of Mr Pawar, whom they had voted to power so loyally.
It is adding salt on wounds for the millions of poor farmers to watch their “central guardian” share the spotlight to earning billions.
Well, the minister is where the money is... and he is making merry of it.
For a top politician to be so high handed and negligent in his civic duties talks volumes about the confidence of system perpetrators to escape the law.
So why is there no justice? The answer to that is so simple that I don’t have to waste my breath…
Ok, my free time is up. Back to work!
But for all those Yawners who live corporate, the budding entrepreneurs of tomo,
forget farming but there is much to learn from BCCI!!
Just look at how politically correct they have played their cards, they just did everything correct by taking in Pawar.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
ePiC
Life was tough in the Gentleman's game
the kangaroo's were getting into everyone's nerves...
They had won several battles
and hurt many souls....
They carried along arrogance and ego in their pouch
An extra ounce of high handedness as well!!
All well hidden under the disguise of professionallism.
They used their strong tail to the maximum...
to leap high and to hit hard!!!
Their weapons of mass destruction
included 11 players called punter men.
And their media hounded day and night....
libelers looking for innocent preys
They hopped across the whole globe
trotting everywhere, demolishing everything.
From the lovely Eden's to the mecca called Lords
they fouled, cheated, abused........
and kept winning!!!
The rest of the world lived with fear
Never had they seen such ruthlessness..
and they kept praying for a saviour..
who could beat them in all formats of the game.
Finally the Big Elephant from the land of the forests,
woke up to the situation at hand!!!
And he decided to end this menace once and for all.
With his blue cataphract and huge expectations,
he started his journey, to the villains lair.
When the pachyderm set foot on the Oz land,
the summer winds were blowing hard..
All set and wasting no time
he challenged the kangaroos for a duel.
The armageddon began..
with the punter men at their elemental best
firing from deadly weapons and using tricks
Ground taunts, Vilification, Sledging...
One after the other after the other....
But the Big Elephant held its ground
The SCG's, the Perths, the Gabbas..
facing the bouncers with courage!!
Days and nights the battle went on..
over and over again
And finally when the time was right,
The elephant moved in for the kill...
finding the Aborigine go for a leap,
it wound its trunk over its neck...
and slammed it back to the ground.
the white flags where drawn...
a truce was declared...
Loud trumphets signalled to the world
that the war was over....
once and for all
and a new Era had dawned....
better, brighter and of fair play.
End of the season, when the sails were set,
the outsted kangaroos were warned...
No more abuses .. no more taunts ...
and no more monkeying around!!
the kangaroo's were getting into everyone's nerves...
They had won several battles
and hurt many souls....
They carried along arrogance and ego in their pouch
An extra ounce of high handedness as well!!
All well hidden under the disguise of professionallism.
They used their strong tail to the maximum...
to leap high and to hit hard!!!
Their weapons of mass destruction
included 11 players called punter men.
And their media hounded day and night....
libelers looking for innocent preys
They hopped across the whole globe
trotting everywhere, demolishing everything.
From the lovely Eden's to the mecca called Lords
they fouled, cheated, abused........
and kept winning!!!
The rest of the world lived with fear
Never had they seen such ruthlessness..
and they kept praying for a saviour..
who could beat them in all formats of the game.
Finally the Big Elephant from the land of the forests,
woke up to the situation at hand!!!
And he decided to end this menace once and for all.
With his blue cataphract and huge expectations,
he started his journey, to the villains lair.
When the pachyderm set foot on the Oz land,
the summer winds were blowing hard..
All set and wasting no time
he challenged the kangaroos for a duel.
The armageddon began..
with the punter men at their elemental best
firing from deadly weapons and using tricks
Ground taunts, Vilification, Sledging...
One after the other after the other....
But the Big Elephant held its ground
The SCG's, the Perths, the Gabbas..
facing the bouncers with courage!!
Days and nights the battle went on..
over and over again
And finally when the time was right,
The elephant moved in for the kill...
finding the Aborigine go for a leap,
it wound its trunk over its neck...
and slammed it back to the ground.
the white flags where drawn...
a truce was declared...
Loud trumphets signalled to the world
that the war was over....
once and for all
and a new Era had dawned....
better, brighter and of fair play.
End of the season, when the sails were set,
the outsted kangaroos were warned...
No more abuses .. no more taunts ...
and no more monkeying around!!
Friday, February 1, 2008
SOAD :- tOxIcItY n ChoP sEuY
My craze for Nu Metal has led me to a four piece American Rock band, formed in 1995 in California...
Its called System Of A Down (abb as SOAD) and all the four memebrs are of Armenian descent, grandsons of Armenian Genocide survivors...
Toxicity got me so involved that my mobile cries it out whenever someone calls...
And the best part of Toxicity is its catchy rythm and texture over melody that makes almost eveeryone hum to its tunes after they hear it!!!
Chopseuy earned the Band its first grammy nomination... It was released in August 2001...
The Chopseuy was a hit and running Number 1 on the charts in US when the 9/11 occured.. it was then taken off air citing of Objectionable Content...
Lyrics:
Toxicity:
Conversion, software version 7.0
looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
flashlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun I shone life into the man's hearts
Chop seuy:
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted toGrab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to DIE!!
ROOAAA!!!
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Hide the scars to fade away
Hide the scars to fade away the (shake up)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your handswhy have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me oh
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die..
You better listen to this in UtUbE!!
Its called System Of A Down (abb as SOAD) and all the four memebrs are of Armenian descent, grandsons of Armenian Genocide survivors...
Toxicity got me so involved that my mobile cries it out whenever someone calls...
And the best part of Toxicity is its catchy rythm and texture over melody that makes almost eveeryone hum to its tunes after they hear it!!!
Chopseuy earned the Band its first grammy nomination... It was released in August 2001...
The Chopseuy was a hit and running Number 1 on the charts in US when the 9/11 occured.. it was then taken off air citing of Objectionable Content...
Lyrics:
Toxicity:
Conversion, software version 7.0
looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
More wood for the fires, loud neighbours
flashlight riveries caught in the headlights of a truck
eating seeds as a pastime activity
the toxicity of our city, of our city
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
When I became the sun I shone life into the man's hearts
When I became the sun I shone life into the man's hearts
Chop seuy:
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted toGrab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to DIE!!
ROOAAA!!!
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup)
Hide the scars to fade away
Hide the scars to fade away the (shake up)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In, my, self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
Father, father, father, father
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father into your handswhy have you forsaken me
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me
In your heart forsaken, me oh
Trust in my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die
In my self righteous suicide
I, cry, when angels deserve to die..
You better listen to this in UtUbE!!
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