god is
Good. and
made Us
Good. so
the devil makes Us sin.

but we Like it.

If there is a mind behind
All dwellings I pray
For Happiness and Peace
To leave me.

I ask for angry strife in Life
And pain - again and again.
Hope that bite of loneliness
Sink deep under the skin
That every Light be dimmed
And Colour shaded.
I will hate to consume me
While I'm starved of Joy.
I wish for loud grief to
Split my knuckles and crack
My nails and for eyes
Like open wounds pour tears
And wounds cry blood.

If there be a hand above, pulling
Strings of our puppet souls I pray
Give me strain, give me pain
Rain caos over me and
Drain me of Happiness.

How to explain the pain
Of feeling nothing
To a world made of broken hearts and bones?

How to justify
a shivering body
To a world that is hell and is burning?

How can one call for help
For one's drowning
To a world brought to its knees by draught?

I can only bow my head at their suffering
And dare to say that
Though my heart and bones are intact
I am broken as a whole

I can only bow my head at their suffering
And meekly mutter with a moist mouth
That though their tongues are dry and skin is cracking
Cold too is a thirst for warmth

I can only bow my head at their suffering
And whisper that as I drown
Surrounded by clear icy water
My lungs burn like the tallest fire.