A newborn cries out in anguish!
With feverish spasms he tries to withdraw himself
back within himself
Unable to grasp the cruelty of his creators
He bows down his head and begins...
His pilgrimage of misery
A lonely via dolorosa
Paved with pages
Torn out from the book of life

No oasis in sight to still your stagnation
But slow motion decay
On this road to perditon
You are accompanied by...
Oathbreakers, charlatans and liars
Murderers, rapists and thieves
Harlots, gluttons and sodomites

Tell me child
Do you feel the cold grip of death?
Reaching out for your spine, ready to break it on a whim
And all the sacred trees have been uprooted
Still your blood and spirit still crave
That state beyond maimed bodies and crushed wills
Which separates mere beasts from men
And elevates men to gods

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