Under every pretty face and shell
a rotting soul and heart dwells.
That is how the gods created it:
deception is all human’s aim.
Nothing is honest, everything is eventual,
promoting the eternity falsely, deceitful.
Whirling unknown imprisons thee
if you meet their world, it is so bleak.
Get too close and it shall never let you go,
like a spider-web made of steel, surrounds you,
impregnated with malevolence,
galvanized with dark matter of unfaithfulness.

Spares neither living, nor lifeless ones:
if its interests deems so, on their dead human fellas
they cast the ’magical words’
like the victim could still protect
– its very existence –
its very self
against their ***** savagery,
against the atrocious and selfish statements.
And like the word, so the act:
he thrusts the blade of his tongue into others’ necks,
like his steel shepherd’s axe,
into the torso of both nature and that of the „non-breathers”.
Acts like a god. Creates distorted beasts
by violating the laws of the world. No care about its own fate.
Living day by day, why care for such thing?
He will, after all, wither away himself,
and his predecessor cannot question him, then:
’why did you cut all the branches below me’?
All I can say is: ’I shall follow the traces of thee’.