| My sadness seems to eat up my inside. |
| Even
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| Then when I met Jesus the first time on my
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| Way out in the world. |
| I begged him just to
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| Release me in this world if it would be worth
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| Living. |
| At that time I thought Jesus is kindly
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| But now I know he is cruel. |
| He released me
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| In a world of baseness, of hate and of
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| Unbelievable death
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| Thy eyes shine like the bloody wounds of
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| Christ. |
| When I touch you my body fades like
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| A flower in your light. |
| I drink wine from thy
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| Fiery lips and it permeates into my defiled
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| Body. |
| Thy eyes are full of love, warmth and
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| Shelter. |
| Thy sweet lovers kiss makes my
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| Tongue liquifying itself. |
| These are my last
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| Hours before I became blissful. |
| The virginal
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| Death is a torture for life but let the virgins
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| Kiss thy heart. |
| Smartened with a thorny crown
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| My head lies in your fold
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| At the beginning I thought my doubts were
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| Thoughts. |
| But this celebration was only pure
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| Hate. |
| Such a delusion and lie leads to your
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| Devil inside, you want me dying with you and
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| So I pray only to my dead God |