The broken white-cherry tree,

split in the trunk as it was,

beautygrown to be and give,

stand remembered

*

While rivulets trickle down before him

he takes out worms from wild raspberries

*

Daydreaming that He reaches Time,

The All Reality‘s Naval itself

He, in lee safety under shelter

He, which is calmed by the rain

*

HOPE

LUST

WILL

SUN returned

with eyes thorned

He is redeciphered,

violated and tarnished

He is made unseen,

outplayed and leafless

*

Clawed by your nearness

Clawed by my nearness

*

Into the fold to be corrected wrong
and poorly eat betrayal and wretch

He gives glances without words

Flickered

*

This in-borne, devouring,
hate‘s real despair,
frost strikes this inconsolable life
to all the Worlds in wait

You will only find healthy stains
which will appear as like unlike
feed even more than the actual hindrance
which have refused this Önds greatness

Cease to order my realityanswers
after your willbelief of whim emotions
Taking me now from this unbearable;
out from the existence of wassails drink

YOUR SOUGHT DIMINISHMENT DOES NOT REACH ME!

HERE WILL FORCED UPON NEVER BE MY WILL!

KNOW WHO HAVE STOLEN OUR EYES!

GRABBING THE DEATHBREAD FROM US ALL!

CALLING FORTH THIS RENEWED WARPATH!

GIVING US THE RIGHT LOVE BACK!