As my hair grows grey As i age like wine And my heart grows vine My mouth speaks of history The past and my empathy Will cry with melancholy Will my mind write poetry? Or will it grow in poverty Will my feet crush the patriarchy? Or will my arms hug all the mothers that raised me,
Oh, what an irony! There is to be in peace When vultures want nothing but to feast I cant be confined inside these walls I was born to be one with the wind, Where there is no beginning or end
As the nights grows dark My inside’s naked When my heart gives out a yawn When my soul is forsaken Then I will be reborn Only then i will rejoice
I sing the song of a withering rose, who’s petals have lost the light of their beauty and the attention of their beloved gardener. Heaven has abandoned me and shut its crystal gates before my face. The radiant sun has betrayed me, for it no longer fills me up with the essence of life. Now it only seeks to accelerate the loss of my grace. I’ve lost the affections of the wind and every bee in this dreadful garden has forgotten the sweetness of my love. The drums of my ears can no longer tune to the gentle song of this loving Earth. The frigid echoes of Death are all I hear Whispering “Embrace me, for I am near. Embrace me, for I am here. Embrace once again, for I have left..”
If I adore You out of fear of Hell, Burn me in Hell! If I adore you out of desire for Paradise, Lock me out of Paradise. But if I adore you for Yourself alone, Do not deny to me Your eternal beauty.
A "Tireless Impression" is nothing but pure nonsense, when you finally come to grips with what is mostly costly away from what makes up something that starts (as an impression), then abruptly transmits directly over towards the impression that gives good advice...that can't give good advice for itself. The Tireless part, is the only remedy to an awakening that doesn't count for the (already built up nonsense) that can't keep it's own self away from such sudden shame... That it adopts a certain willpower that counts itself lucky enough...to literally become increasingly ill-tempered at the very lifestyle it chose, for the very direct impression... Of a Tireless will.
Tireless impression is about someone not agreeing with what is truly happening with their very current standards in life. (Even thou it looks like everything is seemingly going more than possibly right for themselves, as that's not an already obvious enough potential benefit hanging too high in the air, for its own good.)