You'll take the earth with you. Your corpse and the burning soul!
Into heaven the wet red leaves.
The bitter frustration, that tempts anger in the good noble mind.
Yes, and all those memories will be transformed. Sublimated.
I'll break the hard stone. From it the tender spirit shall defend against all infamous infiltration. And calumny will perish.
My heart is a lantern in the dark.
What a wasteland filled with dense emptiness. The brain colliding with the meaningful breasts of the earth! A hailstorm in a nut sac.
What you cherish is your own kind. Soon, there will no longer be even one blond and beautiful soul worth the saving of the earth...
Who is generous enough to be hit by lightning and live?
Who would give his life and all he believes in order to save what he doesn't even know, loving with all his self beyond all personal knowing?
A gnostic without any opinion on anything. Dead to his very own mind!
That is where the spirit takes root and thrives.
