DESOLATION
Look at the wasteland
Where you even didn't want to spit on
Neither compassion nor love
Can be found in this place
No one in sight as I am
Screaming out my torment
Deaf seemed your servants to be
To the sounds of my falling heads
Where's the force that used
To penetrate my self
How come that I can't
Feel it deep inside of me
Am I dead or still alive
It'd be better if I vanished
From now on no man shall I trust any more
And no man should put his trust in me
If your soul
Is open enough
See through me
With its eyes
Through its hands
Touch my world
Through its ears
Hear the voice
Rise all the powers
From the depths of men's minds
No sword of yours can
Fear me for no human heart
Is beating in this flesh
Strike me with your rage
But you will not see
Those cold eyes frightened
Hundreds of my dead days
On the scorched earth under my feet
Moments once alive
Now burning in the fire of oblivion
Am I the only one to hear
The meaning of his words
The pictures I've seen for so many years
Now are taking their shapes
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