Congregate in your Sinagoga, Spreading the philosophy of Satan. Ignoring what was done at Golgotha: The Cranium pierced with the Cross. Preach that death is death, Not trodden down or overcome. Speak until the whole world's deaf, While ignoring what you have done. The Serpent squeezes around the temple: "The grave is empty! The body … Continue reading #228 – Sinagoga and Golgotha
There are tongues that lash While others confess. Whipping to attack back and forth, Wrapping to protect itself. There are deeper things within us all Which will never get expressed. Not a sigh, not a peep, To the grave they shall go. Confessing all to the ones we love, Always something is left unsaid That … Continue reading #227 – Between the grave
By the darling buds of rosy May In a hush I heard you say 'The blooming of my womb I pray Be a path to show our way'.
The anti-preacher carrying his lamp, Wretched and dressed like a tramp. He says he is looking for God In the streets, not a church to be awed. What is the message that he preaches? Is it worthy of the sinful ticks and leeches? 'God is dead, and we have slain him! We killed him!', his … Continue reading #225 – God is dead
A young man of sixteen, as a watcher With ships as his prime delight, the ugly Girl who believes she is beautiful to bother him. In a bathtub his three set moles can be seen. Adopted by Honda, the old lawyer of much money, He accepted and set up plans to hurt his father. With … Continue reading #221 – Toru
Trapped within this dream Hearing your nightmarish scream. Woken by daylight's first gleam, I ask myself what does all this mean. Is this nightmare daily life Filled with struggle and daily strife? Where is my release? Will this ever cease? The depression decrease? And my happiness increase? Something about suffering makes me smile, It flows … Continue reading #224 – Meaning
Some word are better left unsaid, Some loves are better not expressed. And tears can be held in instead, What do we bear with feelings undressed? And how we can live on and on, Forgetting these feelings And finding a way to move on, Knowing what we felt is better left unsaid. When we speak … Continue reading #223 – Some love