"God is dead "*
That’s why we are here so tragically lonely...

I am
like a buried faithful seed...

He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...

Grace is a sublime state of consciousness
when the pebbles are eroded and round...

I‘ve never seen roads
this tearful...

The mockery of this world
is the burning to teach to one who knows...

Tree's inquest is glow
whether in the sunny skies...

There was a little puppy
named Asskan...

I see in my dream the messiah's coming!
I see the messiah's coming...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

Was it always between us this way
how our oblivion sways...

He did not find her
anywhere for he was so...