Poezie
Fallen
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I am the fallen son
The one that speaks your doubts
The killed sea-gull
Entombed in your guilty soul
I\'m the lie in you,
Filthy and deeply rooted
You always call me
For I am your God
Sleep quietly my child,
Along the crimson candle light
And so he speaks, gentle and mild
Sometimes not only at night
For he is my God
My one true lie
Caressing my blood
And cursing my life
At times he screams;
So he blesses my spite
And then he kisses my heart
I\'ve sacrificed my life, my love and my site
I know just one lover
That is him
I know just one ruler
He cares for me
So I thought, but time
Has come to show me I\'m but human
Now I\'m burning, I\'m almost ashes
For he\'s fallen
Every dream crashes.
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