I shattered all the mirrors
Fearfully hoping that they won't be able
To remember my face...
Darkest of all lights,
Most greedy to embrace,
Surrounded by demons and breathing in life...
"I don't want to be
A perverted temple of my Lord,
Though his hands I am, I have forgotten how to hear
Or understand his words...!"
Between the tides the time seems endlessly,
The force of habit or whatever
Pulled me back into a well-known pain.
What uses the knowledge of my progression
(s)
When the old world is gone...-
Without a new
(one) 'insight',
With my new-found life
I am homeless again!
"I don't want to be
A perverted temple of my Lord.
Though his flesh I am, I have forgotten
How to hear or understand his words!"
I am falling down,
Back tot he lowest sphere
(s)...
Do you know my name?
Did you answer?
I just cannot hear...
Writer(s): Samuel Hans Boris Engh, Anna Sara Christina Engh
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