sweet little angels
We live in shameless times.
In this world,
Oil is worth more than wine.
and love is a sin.
Reality that have been
left behind and
suppressed
become monstrous.
I can't be without you.
I love you to death.
Don't let me go.
on you.
Two rivals,
one show match.
The only powerful beings.
They can commit to nothing.
other than a crime.
They are wrestling.
with the decision.
My giant Lucifer will miss me.
a man without wisdom,
a world without a mother,
nothing left to save.
My giant God will possess me.
a soul without a king,
a home that was never built,
nothing left to save.
Is that what you want?
You talk about right and wrong.
but you still want the kill.
The devil is your friend.
The world is burning.
Give her water.
Don't bring me wine.
Nothing will ever change.
Why don't you call me?
by my name?
A little bit of truth?
What did it cost?
Oily hands
White walls
Poisoning themselves
In the basement
Among the extinct animals.
Now that the rivers are overflowing their banks
You want to sing with all your heart.
Grieve and cry with me tonight.
Begging for help.
Yeah, I know.
We love each other.
when everything outside
is falling apart.
Here's to us now, my dear.
It took too long.
Baby, you're naive.
Some greenery,
The fact is:
You can't eat money.
You can have it back.
Fuck it, I'm rich.
Everything you need.
Listen carefully.
On a dead planet
There is no music.
That's why we give back time.
Everything wants to live.
Everything will die.
Nobody cares.
And you sing,
because that's all
you have,
for nothing
but change.
Humans are shaped by cooperation.
We seek meaning, connection,
and significance in others.
We sing together.
because everyone messes up.
Everyone.
Do we have the determination?
to deal with it when it happens?
Pretending or deceiving ourselves
That we are not capable of it is not true.
not okay, because we are not angels.
They are worse than any devil.
They listen, but they never really speak.
They pretend to be your friend,
but can’t feed you.
They find neither love nor politics.
They find that disturbing.
They meet suffering head on,
although it should stop.
They are perverse, tyrannical, and sadistic.
They are anything but protective.
Their gaze is fixed,
Their hair is ablaze.
Their eyes are wild.
Everything is covered in napalm.
Yet they are completely calm.
You can't run from yourself.
Nothing left to say.
Can we stop running?
being perfect and
distant now?
So that it dawns on you
and something
finally
happens here?
When we fight for love,
Losing doesn't matter.
because she is staying forever.
What else can we do?
We don't talk to each other enough.
On the ground,
with wine in every word.
We should open up.
Show our colors,
before we talk too much
and leave
everything out
in the open
angel wings
into which we blindly run,
as if into barbed wire.
Little white flags in the wind.
That is not,
the shape of my heart.
Love loves mess and mistakes.
as long as we stop,
and try to get off
and start
to be
a person
with a signature.
Rechoice.