i carry my sorrows
above the hills
to the white clouds
to the blue heavens'
sings a girl grasshopping through the fields

this world is just a survival
and you can try to hope for more

she carries my scythe
carrier of all wounds and relieves...
in the wasteland of those fields
where the reaping lasts
since a moment when any life started

this mind is hit with the cross
fuck all christs
fuck all gods
stop praying, stop hoping...
all will be grey or muddy-brown
in the end...
sucking your tears as the soil sucks the water

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