Enthusiasm is violence, oh you uneducated day;
The sky was given as tax to the lie.
Where should I go? What should I do? The night is looking for me everywhere;
Dogs and deaf meadows are reciting my poems;
The flower and the bird have been caught in a lie!
We know all about the cruelty of a premature freedom
And when the dream which the night had knitted, touched us
The forged dawn which they're singing odes to
And the descent into the heart mirrors the descent into hell
To get the loveful trash by the shine of an incident.
Oh soul, you animal followed by sadness
Introduce us to the songwriting frost
Oh forest, you heavy rhyme at the very end of the world,
Shan't the beaten evil do so much as sing
In front of the new evil which begins to bloom?
The thought unable of thinking
Has began to rule over the world. And now it's too late
To say anything which would make sense
To a man and to the bird under which rain fell on us
And to the dead which rotted with honor.
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