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Jul 2018
/              sohn! sie sind alle (ich) sehen!
   die nacht!
                                              vorher
     ­                     die kerze!
                        mein licht!
                                      mein gebet!
          mein alle!
             da pacem domine:
is all that i could
                                   ever have!
              not this...
                                this...
              as your mother called:
pitiable refrains of
a boy, that could not
fathom man....
                so let the world...
   turn...
          and set a blind eye
to "mind" the future...
              i kneel,
     serve a prayer...
                  and await the churn...
let your shadow move
as my body once did...

   and all..
                         das haben
                              zu verwelken
...

imagine!
   bruder schütz's ****** in 2005,
the founder of taizé!
        
               aren't we all?

         at this point:
  it doesn't really matter -
   war, peace,
        peace, war...
                                 just do
justice to the guillotine,
  and still the gallows will be halved,
by the sparrows singing;

and then, i will hang.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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