Why, oh why - of course
You're all just funny beings, (points at one)
You don't like your corpse (points at another one)
And you don't like your meaning.
One of you will cry,
One of you is angel,
One just wants to die
One is never changing.
You are all those tiny mental seekers.
Do you want a heal or just your snickers?
All of you are tired of pretending
But with all of you there is no ending.
Why, oh why - it's true
Well, I would ask no tribute , (points at one)
You've just passed me through (points at another one)
And you have set a limit.
One of you will sneer
One of you is mocking
One would not appear
One's content with blocking.
You are all just tiny mental seekers.
Do you want a heal or just your snickers?
All of you are tired of pretending,
And it's time you killed me in your ending.
Across the cross
There is a wiz
He's wise by eyes,
Despite the night
Tells: nothing else
Will cure a lure,
Your prof. is soph
And since - no means
I understand what you withstand,
But you are crying instead of trying
Seize all of them but not by scam,
By kind heart that tears apart.
You must get soft, not stay in loft,
Get downstairs to their stares,
Show them yourself, your soul shelf,
And bind them all to loving soul.
The soul you have will be the clef,
They will adjust to you by cast,
Keep improvising, parallising
And they will follow, without you hollow.
He stalked and peered, disappeared
But no more loss's across my cross
His blessed handing brought understanding
And now I'll fight for life and might.
One of you will laugh,
One of you is waiting
One would sink in love,
one is *well, creating*
You are all my tiny mental seekers.
Do you want a heal or just your snickers?
All of you are tired of pretending,
And you will never wish an ending.