2018.06.11.
The 25th of December
The world writhes in the sparks of its own fever dreamsThe last lost warrior
Never a victorious winner
It swings in the oscillations
Of this humanity's greed
Fallen and wicked
So small and mean
The year is ending
A circle slowly closes
A solution is put forward
A way out is not found
A radical justification of a radical party
Their radical solutions
The time has come
The sun is surrounded, the war is not won
A life is lived, a time is lived
Also the people swim contentedly in the rapture of Christmas
Families repaired, further than ever from Satan
A battle is won, lost for you
A battle is won, lost for you
The world writhes in the sparks of its own fever dreams
Of the last defeats
Of the last peace
Even the powerful force themselves to act now
Much more laughter after the election is won
Cluelessly the people move
In the dimensions of their world, created by them
Adapted to the times, the moment of their being
Imprisoned without a break in their own time
The year is ending
A circle slowly closes
A solution is put forward
A way out is not found
The sun is surrounded, the war is not won
A life is lived, a time is lived
A battle is won, lost for you
A battle is won, lost for you
The cult seems lost, the priests dead
Wisdom, the strict heights of the cosmic laws
There is no time, no before, no after
Dead, not lost
Ubiquitous
Left in another form and shape
In another dimension, under another authority
The sun is surrounded, the war is not won
A life is lived, a time is lived
Out
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Evander