Up to the sky look at them
Black spots of god with evil cloths
They are free in their direction
But I’m chained to the ground
And surrounded by gleaming carnival
Of screaming out foolishness…
If only I could have the black wings
And fly with ravens straight to the sky!
Free children of the damned world,
Take me with you to the freedom.
Ravens, take me with you!
Down to the ground, watch my weakness
The pale flesh with the sence of self-needlessness,
Starring at the black beauty
And sqeezing through the walls of life.
The sky is the ocean of freedom
Full of dreams, sences and moves.
If only I could jump up into it
And spread the wings swaying in the sky!
10.01.2011
211 Ravens
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