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„The mind is its own place and itself can make a heaven of hell – a hell of heaven“

               John Milton

Deaf-like silence

Senseless violence

Gloom

Spinning bosons

Fiery blossoms

Bloom

Sensation – Nutrition – Mastication – Procreation

The blind worm cycle goes on and on and on

an endless spiral goes on and on and on

When darkness falls I am here to watch you burn within

For I am the wood, the air, the wildfire’s flame

Bury your ash and wait for your return

Like this is forever – or never again?

Where the carcass lies the vultures will gather

Tearing the mortal remains limb to limb

Existence means suffering – in this life or another

Only he, who is fearless, escapes.

Within my book of proverbs language no longer exists,

crush the rotten pillars of the empire

cast rocks into the void!

In a kingdom of merciless love stands for itself

Let your pleasures be sunsets – honest, bloody, grotesque!

A message in white noise breaks ground through the aeons

A sermon to the hypocrites – spat on the plates

„in pleasure heaven shall break every law

before the earth passes away!“

Sing, sing my silverish tongue the golden gospels of Eden

The wind will carry your cradle song down to the grave.

Dream, dream, for dreaming is real – sleep shall be your prayer

Praise, praise, the infinite womb, the mother of future rebirth.

Rise – rise, rise on my sun, onwards your glorious path.

Shine on forever, all creatures sing your solemn mass.