"it is an easy day
simple choices

anger is not ugly
anymore

i have found you
you who have hurt me"

such a simple song



from the love bed bleeding
from the tears in the mirror

from the drama decieving
the star of the show

emerges victorious
arms in the air



the black stallion tramples
the peasants in the field

the dark angel slays
the love-lorn

the powerless
stuck in vanity

we survey our choices
and assault the weak

it is an easy day


slaying windmills
with shadow  rage