Cities screams went harsh,
Millions of their paths,
Leading to the grave,
To a new dead-end.
Way has been besmirched,
Damaged by the birth,
Weakened in the wild,
All in darkness bound.
Seek for your place in the bog,
Call "the water" the swill,
Leah yourself like your god,
And now you can live in your cell.
Endow yourself with concern,
Cover yourself from the life,
Invite the worms to the end,
And now you can finally die!
Die and burn!
But time goes firth and forth,
And daybreak brings to us
The new key to life
To choose the sound path.
To never be turned off,
And sink again in slough.
But breathe in cool fresh air
Make the step to the eternal. |
