In your eyes watch renunciation
Shining clear in searching water
And in the ground hard working find
A temple here of bolted minds.

Every day here idolaters
Offer sacrifice yourself
For unknown souls that whisper
The opposited side of truth.

A silent wave that reaches the ground
Could make mysterious prophecies
Where in destruction torture chambers
Will engulfed in purifying flames.

15/Jan/2007, 15:33 Uhr , Gedichte, Gedichte 1997-1999, Vis Matrix ,