The ugliness
is the brother of beauty
both are in the event
through experience
in our memories
anchored in our here and now
we avoid the experience
of evil
and mean us
than the truly good ones
life wants
be in everything
and pass away
about our
transience
rise
The life
our own
is not power
of your own hand
no heart is made of stone
It hits
in every human being
nobody is allowed to
his voice
armed with a motto
People are not things
at which one directed
force her to do better
we are all imperfect
either on purpose
or do it in the unconscious
the dream makes
no promises
he stands over
our conscious want
to our decisions
practice the better
understand
of what the dream makes us
want to say to new insight
the past
memory catches up with us
what we do in ours
have spoiled
what we ourselves
in the place where we are
cannot change
we have to endure that
the truth
beautiful or not
nobody has
in words
and his actions
to possession
violence against others
starts with it
one's own worldview
your own needs
regardless
in unauthorized doing
in a premise
unscrupulous
to build for others
every human being
has the duty
yourself about it
oneself
in his conscience
to talk
yourself for the better
to repent
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