
Sabbath´s Indecency is nearly over,
There, a man deprived of heraldry.
All of his life driven away,
By a lowest estimation,
By his long time fame erected.
There a man crying in a cemetery,
Haunted by ghosts,
Of a lover gone,
Of an Oedipal motherly grip,
Looking for his own burial ground.
There a self detaching man,
Ruinating everything he touches,
Addicted to suffering, He, Who could have been best
In spite of his begrudging reactions to society of man,
He, who could have simply bliss out.
There a man over and done with life,
Facing suicide as the last act
Of an empty, lonely, bitter man
The greatest misery of all
in a father´s heart, and inside his own mind.
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