a shiver creeps down my spine
as i wander through these hordes
and when these callous arm
streches out for me, i feel at home
you are the beholders of silence
still your voice of wisdom means more to me
than the words from a thousand men ever will
in a time with religious whores
which keeps fucking the same cock
i gasp for air, you are my shelter
a forthcoming winter-night
from one of your mighty arms
i will hang in a rope
i am you, and you are the earth!!!
your presence is indispensable
for the existence of life
your elegy in stormy nights
one with the earth
and one with death!!! |