1.
I felt the earth for once this time,
Was weird but I was sure about it.
Must I weep again for darkness' cold,
Or do I beat my pillows again for mine?
2.
Dusk would really be long,
Even dawn takes forever to appear,
The shadows do stretch their tones,
Singing their hideous songs, it breaks my bones.
3.
Will I bask again writ with fear?
Will I cower with face and fingers clenched?
Do I pray a heart that perseveres?
Perhaps God can change things now.
4.
Let the unbidden clouds step aside;
Let the dank leaves receive their light.
Call the faceless man, let him stand in your courts;
Tell him, with torn flesh and blood's might, my life was the one you bought.
5.
Submit his remains to the sun;
Let its waves scratch and plough his back.
You must undo the sensations of pain he left on me,
And quench with little rain drops,
The hate, it coursed through my roots.
6.
See, a procession!
Look, the marching grey bands,
As they make way for the fainted blue skies.
Blow the horn, you nature's great trumpeter,
Do it once more, you might become soup at noon.
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