good friday

 

Truth is an unbreakable lamp

A bread for whoever admits their hunger

No rest is to be found outside

No battle within

 

Because of that I do no longer weigh my words

And I have decieved myself the very last time:

 

Without you I am a black arrow darted unto death

 


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