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Yes that is the title.
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Among a thousand things none,
that are still worth believing in.
Their teachings, they are home,
where status and wealth reside.
*
They perish therein secretly,
because no outside fits it.
As if nothing were sacred to them,
not even greed, which created them.
*
Born from a claim to the world,
that isn't even their own.
A will created their bodies,
that unconsciously is their owner.
*
Which spirit shall dwell therein,
in walls built from addiction?
Which wisdom are you allowed to trust,
that consists of sound and smoke?
*
Hate creates clones out of humans,
whose bones and genes are deformed.
So soon they resemble the demon,
that keeps them imprisoned through fear.
*
What was done to man in history,
all merely for atrocities.
in their wake he becomes deaf,
so that he cannot regret it.
*
It takes the language of poems,
so that it can be untangled.
so a man controls the mouse,
without his hand and fist.
*
Only poetry can, poetry will,
always be a comfort to the one who listens,
because nothing and no one locks in,
true greatness.
*
The language that you speak yourself,
when not all is lost yet.
Yes, it's you, go ahead and believe it yourself!
Today my poem, and then the world!
*
Yeah, shit always someone against it,
yeah for what, yeah for what, for something, FOR something,
yeah to be for something, yeah to be FOR something.
There you have it then. Dance ban.
*
For what, yeah for what, yeah for what, yeah for what,
bla bla bla
yeah for what, yeah for what,
one would have to be.
*
Yeah for what, Just look into history,
who was it then, who for you and me,
for the little ones, for the big ones,
who wrote for everyone?
*
You like reading their novels,
you dance to their music.
When the power goes out they play guitar.
Yeah, that's how they are.
*
What's the catch with it though,
they just have to fool you too,
because otherwise they don't make any cash,
and then you can just forget it. Unknown.
*
There were those, too, though, who kept writing,
even though they could be dead tomorrow.
solely to you, worthy reader! Wherever you are,
and when. When you are. Do you understand that?
*
That's not just talk man. Talk woman.
That is the counter-plan.
Because it concerns everyone.
Who lives and has a soul.
*
No, not the little ones have to solve it,
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Yeah, because it's slowly getting about time.
*
About drones we need to talk,
and a little bit about politics,
even if it's annoying and hurts,
because the whole nonsense has gone a bit
out of hand, like really.
*
There is a consideration that would be important,
it would be great if there were a poem of it,
like showcase literature for business,
that unites the people, and it exists.
*
But without humor it doesn't work,
because the tumor it moves
among us in the underground,
But please don't go telling anyone.
*
Whom can one trust,
the question, that's what it's about.
Read again from the beginning,
and tell me you understand it.
~
Yes that is the title.
*
Among a thousand things none,
that are still worth believing in.
Their teachings, they are home,
where status and wealth reside.
*
They perish therein secretly,
because no outside fits it.
As if nothing were sacred to them,
not even greed, which created them.
*
Born from a claim to the world,
that isn't even their own.
A will created their bodies,
that unconsciously is their owner.
*
Which spirit shall dwell therein,
in walls built from addiction?
Which wisdom are you allowed to trust,
that consists of sound and smoke?
*
Hate creates clones out of humans,
whose bones and genes are deformed.
So soon they resemble the demon,
that keeps them imprisoned through fear.
*
What was done to man in history,
all merely for atrocities.
in their wake he becomes deaf,
so that he cannot regret it.
*
It takes the language of poems,
so that it can be untangled.
so a man controls the mouse,
without his hand and fist.
*
Only poetry can, poetry will,
always be a comfort to the one who listens,
because nothing and no one locks in,
true greatness.
*
The language that you speak yourself,
when not all is lost yet.
Yes, it's you, go ahead and believe it yourself!
Today my poem, and then the world!
*
Yeah, shit always someone against it,
yeah for what, yeah for what, for something, FOR something,
yeah to be for something, yeah to be FOR something.
There you have it then. Dance ban.
*
For what, yeah for what, yeah for what, yeah for what,
bla bla bla
yeah for what, yeah for what,
one would have to be.
*
Yeah for what, Just look into history,
who was it then, who for you and me,
for the little ones, for the big ones,
who wrote for everyone?
*
You like reading their novels,
you dance to their music.
When the power goes out they play guitar.
Yeah, that's how they are.
*
What's the catch with it though,
they just have to fool you too,
because otherwise they don't make any cash,
and then you can just forget it. Unknown.
*
There were those, too, though, who kept writing,
even though they could be dead tomorrow.
solely to you, worthy reader! Wherever you are,
and when. When you are. Do you understand that?
*
That's not just talk man. Talk woman.
That is the counter-plan.
Because it concerns everyone.
Who lives and has a soul.
*
No, not the little ones have to solve it,
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Yeah, because it's slowly getting about time.
*
About drones we need to talk,
and a little bit about politics,
even if it's annoying and hurts,
because the whole nonsense has gone a bit
out of hand, like really.
*
There is a consideration that would be important,
it would be great if there were a poem of it,
like showcase literature for business,
that unites the people, and it exists.
*
But without humor it doesn't work,
because the tumor it moves
among us in the underground,
But please don't go telling anyone.
*
Whom can one trust,
the question, that's what it's about.
Read again from the beginning,
and tell me you understand it.
~
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