2022-05-24 17:50

»but assuming somebody would in all seriousness say that poets are lying too much: he is right, - we are lying too much.«
friedrich willhelm nietzsche - thus spoke zarathustra (translated)


The scythe is swung
And hits its aim
The body now is left

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The I just will not die

It moves free
Has no boundaries
Knows what we can't know

No room, no time
No deeds, no sin
It just regards our beings

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