Angels in heaven above,

What does that make us humans in between?

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vi kommer

On the last day,
When I die,
I will not curse,
or ask you why

I’ll simply trust,
in what you do,
close my eyes,
and rest anew

You save your money,
protect your children,
and write for future generations

You care for peace,
and human rights,
you pay for cleaner air and less pollution

You aim for kindness,
and strength in spirit,
you try to lie only when you have to

You strife for meaning,
laughter and purpose,
you’d spend your day spreading love and kindess

And still you die in the end

She rests her head
On pillows and dreams
Flowing away
To foreign realms

She is my friend
when she wants to
And my foe
when not

She gives me light
Flicks the switch
And fills me with humming
thinking and living

She is inspiration

At day’s end
when crickets sing
and darkness fall
the evening might turn cold
but no less beautiful

Everything is a circle,
the beginning is the end
and the end is the beginning

The path to righteousness goes through righteous action
The path to happiness goes through laughter
The path to richness goes through giving
The path to love goes through loving

But some things are not as easy to find

The path to strength goes through weakness,
Because the first time you are really weak and vulnerable,
is the first time you can truly see your own strength

To begin the journey you have to take the first step
but to continue it you will have to keep walking

A cruel sign of sadness,
Carved has been,
With steal, stone and blood filled ink,
Into defenseless skin.

A light in the shadows,
The sign is my call,
You who search for the weak pray,
Vulture, push me to the wall

A liar full of sin,
Asking for my blood,
With reasons too thin,
The nation and the god,

Can’t you see what’s right,
Once you’ve been there?
Can’t you understand,
What your lie feels like here?

I am just a fool,
So easy to fool,
And you abuse this fool,
I am your willing tool

I should have known it all,
I should have seen the night,
Will come after sun set,
Even if it doesn’t seem right

Parunulu Laku sings another song,
Inhabitant of my ever-flowing dreams,
Parunulu Laku knows my every wish,
Even though she does not fill them with substance.

Parunulu Laku likes to play her game,
She is a very cruel one, even if she likes to kiss my name,
Parunulu Laku flower in the garden of my fantasies,
She grows, she bloom,
Parunulu Laku, beauty never seen.

Deep down below,
The devil dwells
He howl and laughs
in pleasure and deceit

We need to fill,
The seven hells
Whee ho, where are you?
Mortal slaves of passion

Cowards and braves,
Enlist,
Enlist
Plenty of space,
Lodging is free,
Breakfast included