I know difficult questions
and quiet expectations
already hopeless departures always
then I wholeheartedly I melts

you think it is easy but
the deepest trace of every goodbye
bitter sighs

Quickly, he runs down the stairs
to the budding rose bush
near the gate of the barracks

He cuts a bed of shoots
around his sandals and braids
– careful for the thorns –
of twigs a wreath

for the captive king
he will feel this crown
we'll hit it in his skull

then we'll put him down
maybe that will teach them
and we'll finally get rid of them

Just in time, the order has been restored
but it has cost me a lot of soldiers
What a night, the men are exhausted
they hope and wish that it is over
but the day is coming, now

the execution, the exhibition
of the king and his commanders –
what a sight he is
in his expensive clothes
with a diagonal bandage

as a royal crown around his head
stumbling through the narrow streets
Today the cheers are mine, with the wailing
of women and the elderly
the horror on everyone's face:

What have they done? Is it really him?

Its like the blood brings out the sour parts of me
My mind wanders to the forbidden side
Where all the things I left behind seem to hide
I do well in my walk in the light
There's no temptation for my soft side to fight
Then I find blood and things start to change
I think of all the naughty things a few sentences could arrange
In all the things I know I find ways to conjure doubts
That tell me to throw away the thing I can't live without
And that's exactly why when I had the chance I ran away
Away from all the people and all the things they'd say
I'm finally planted firmly with roots deep in the ground
And no one is whispering about my secrets when I'm not around
So why does the blood bring so much poison to my mind
A million naughty thoughts, one of each kind
I'm not a liar. I don't cheat.
But the blood tells me to love every person that I meet.
God gave me a gift and my side of the bargain I will uphold
I'm strong enough to surpass pyrite in my quest for solid gold
This man is my today, my tomorrow, and my best friend
Which is why I will stay strong until the blood trickles to an end

Bill Gate’s Empire
Is a  church
In my eyes

My only brother’s
Roomy house
Is a thorn to
The same eyes