Todeswunsch ohne ein Gebet.

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when light and dark collide with slivers of silver sparks which the daylight grabs and streams on willow barks the barks in turn embrace and place the sparks inside on a sleeping baby bird and leave it to decide the baby bird gives them to squirrels passing by who run across the forest floor and to the waterfall, fly the fall touches the silver and showers it on the land who sends it down a tiny stream to the place I stand Dark and light journey on slowly inside my mind to the place that angels and demons they'll find a place to hold darkness a place to hold light the bearer with a broken wing but soaring with her flight eyes that see beyond real but stony now and dark holding blessings in her arms with the devil's mark
a mockery of evil and a mockery of good a being so untouchable and rarely understood But I embrace this dark and I stand for the light for both are my teachers and both are always right sides do not exist for me
it all engulfs in one dark is light and light is dark till my task is done and this silver leaves me and melts back in the sky to find another me to haunt when light and dark collide
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