Visiting the farm
I rejoiced
But tears, they fell
And silenced my voice
A kitten there
So pure of soul
Innocence seen in her eyes
It jumped up
I watched it all
But beware, now
Or you might fall
I held it tight
Between my arms
So I baptised it
To my seed
This must be what
The priest always used to say
Show forbearance
And don't disobey
So I took it home
Stroked it nicely, set my alarm
And gorged myself
On my dinner from the slaughterfarm.
(Translated with the help if DeepL)
Being human is passion We don't live for fun Or boredom We live because being human Seems to be passionate confusion
At night, the evening wind falls 6 wheels meet tar Didn't know where I was at all My liver fully empty Shards scream A firework But nobody celebrates Not even me Suddenly there's 10 Then 6 I couldn't
No marrow In bone Nor sight In eyes No wagging tail But another of good size Cutting claws is unnecessary For they are but an accessory You are not born to cuddle To love Should only worship your mist