Duplicate gods
Every time there is sorrow
You came in different disguises
You came before
Likewise today
The world is cruel
Even more so
But today
The air conditioner is not heating
The AC in the room is turned on
As long as there is no sorrow
The sound of the setup is louder
The fruits in the fruit bowls
Because they cannot get down to the ground
The hearts that pay monthly salaries
With the offerings in the mailbox
The hearts of duplicate gods
Come down to the human world
Green hearts
Closed by a black screen
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