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God makes always diverse beauties

as he makes diverse wines.

I pursue the craved thing

sate myself and cast it by.

I seek new bait fulfilled as no one,

I check new tracks you will go soon.

I have sense that my profound demension

takes no delight in harmony drawn by dawn.

Yes, you say I'm a fiend

- but what does it matter?

Spasm of wrath or spasm of passion.

Somehow it makes no difference.

God makes always diverse beauties

as he makes diverse wines.

Lunar shine will never soften

and seduce the heart of mine.

Look at me - am I so venomous?

You scorn me nourishing pious

wishes of being diffrent.

Choking honesty is what describes you best.

I'll wait for a moment when doubts will come out

and shred your peaceful nest.

The truth might shorten an extremely painful

hour for you or begin the worst one.

The invitable awaits hidden in your consciousness.

Be prepared to put your previous life to rest.

You always fear you may betray yourself

but every day, each denial spurts blood

on your soul like a ring of hooked

iron on your tamples.

Time passes, can you hear now

the last march of condemned?

You do - it's your own heartbeat.