I know your gods, every single one I know,
All of them rest on your crutches, I know.
They have all died, not a single one remains,
Only some books have preserved them, I know.
Nature hides much beauty deep in her folds,
This sickness lives only in human, I know.
From every eye some familiar light shines,
Whose heartbeat pulses in every vein, I know.
Bring someone, meet me with your own God,
Such a miracle will never happen, I know.
All know the tricks to frighten and scare,
All know those terrifying tales, I know.
The sky was empty, you could not bear the void,
So you filled it with heaven and hell, I know.
Whoever comes to know his own true self,
Arrives dancing, drunk with his own zest, I know.
Everyone hides behind God to play his little god,
How crooked every move of yours is, I know.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:19 PM UTC
I know your gods, every single one I know,
All of them rest on your crutches, I know.
They have all died, not a single one remains,
Only some books have preserved them, I know.
Nature hides much beauty deep in her folds,
This sickness lives only in human, I know.
From every eye some familiar light shines,
Whose heartbeat pulses in every vein, I know.
Bring someone, meet me with your own God,
Such a miracle will never happen, I know.
All know the tricks to frighten and scare,
All know those terrifying tales, I know.
The sky was empty, you could not bear the void,
So you filled it with heaven and hell, I know.
Whoever comes to know his own true self,
Arrives dancing, drunk with his own zest, I know.
Everyone hides behind God to play his little god,
How crooked every move of yours is, I know.
