What glittered before me
I extinguish his light
Without an attendant
Let me shine if he is needed
This rainbow on a road
My own sin scream.
The rose of stars
His blinding light,
How shall I be a man?
My soul in coffee
What you became man!?
Cursed whore
On the back of an Earth the evil
you may not stop on him.
Last back up there
Where we had never been
The sand of a desert
Our dream masks it
To water richly we
Promising life
To bloom on a cool spring
And to confess for you.
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