| I was born and I have learned to hate, I have learned to separate the soul from
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| flesh.
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| I have learned that it is not my breath, but that of a God I do not know,
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| of beliefs I am told to hold. |
| I will let this go.
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| «The only way through this terror of life is this divine light»,
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| have a look and read with me.
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| God said, Allah said, Abraham, Judas they demand, they demand such small things,
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| so you can be pardoned for your sins.
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| Oh what do I have to be sorry for, I have learned to fail?
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| One small sip from the grail of your sins father, teach me things I dare not
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| dream.
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| Teach me things to make sense of it all, why do I breathe so shallow now?
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| Why can I not remember the faces of those I love?
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| I am slowly fading away.
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| Oh pity to us our great Gods are finer in robes of cotton, of braille in bones,
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| this blood and tears I can feel in each seam.
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| I dare not ask anymore, I dare not dream.
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| Bury me slowly, so I do not know how I suffocate.
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| Bury me slowly, so I may reproduce this hate. |
| Let me teach it to my sons and
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| daughters, let them know what I am by making them the only man I ever knew.
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| How can I get through to you?
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| Volatile and fragile, we are children bearing children; |
| failures of our fathers
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| and their fathers and the fathers before them.
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| So we are taught, what have we learnt?
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| And when we dissipate into the fibres of the earth, nothing will remain.
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| Convolute with oneself, to embark from the shade to reach full potential.
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| Memories will shatter like glass. |
| Ignore distress and disorder.
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| Before it will be too late to see what could have been.
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| What could have been. |