Lullaby and whisper are mingling through the sky
Carelessly are shifting the muffled poets’ cry.
How small are we! – exclaimed the little child
And pointed to the chimney. Everything’s mild.
An echo passing through the cave ...
Hatred is too difficult to swallow,
That's why we spit it out all the time.
For people with a mind, which is too hollow,
Hatred leads them to the path of crime.
Sometimes it is politically propagated, ...
Wake up and look back to the old attic days, full with memories but not talking about anything present.
Get out of bed. Drink coffee like my dark days. Going over and over again in this unreal world, calling themselves 'Warcraft', which looks as a little relief from the dull monotory of daily life.
To her home does't lead any trail.
Everything is grown with bushes and grass.
If someone dares her secrets to unveil,
There are many hurdles that one couldn't pass.
Her look is wicked, wicked is her temper. ...
The flame of old is kindled with a burning passion.
The hopes and dreams return in a blinding fashion.
The watcher sees through the flaming fields of smoke,
beyond the veil of the heart which in countless pieces broke.
Words fall short and stiff like a coward on the edge of a cliff ...
A pernicious petrifying choir of perished souls
from the depths of Hell the lonely wanderer calls.
With words long dead and whispers of the unspoken,
truth is laid to rest and the deceivers are forever awoken.
With the cunning Luciferian tyranny of the rational mind ...
Fear not the words of beautiful liars,
of snakes and of time-consuming vampires.
Fear not the slithering creatures in your feet,
fear not the monsters in the darkened street.
For fear is the most vicious mind-killer, ...
Today's the day you seek, not tomorrow.
There is no future time for you to borrow.
Smile right now through pain and grief
even with empty hands, but a firm belief –
not a blind fool with eyes and ears shut, ...