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This big world is in our little hands
Poet in fear pushes on his pen
About his vivid dreams he would like to write
Yet motionless he sits stunned by his might

When God`s asleep

Satan wiped his face with holy water
Calmly walked away with gorgeous Aphrodite
Hangman decided and Guillotine closed her arms
an old puzzle offers a solution

When God sleep

There`s no heroes
There`s no Gods
That save us