the song of slavery
you reap what you sow
at a certain point there's just nothing left to do but grow
oh the gifted and the melancholy rich - linked in to the newest primal dance
savage elegant and natural
tell me are we apes or angels?
or something in between like a transitioning back
whence we came
a purity unperturbed
yet do we understand time
or the soul
we do not need God for that which we have but for that which we lack
so God is that toward which we seek to evolve
Natures most well kept secret
latent in repose
Du Bist Einen Tod Shuldig