A sad story

Life is a sad story
so true sometimes ... that you might die for it,
to forget it;
It's a sad and true story
that our world
has told so far.
At the beginning
it seems a victory,
but then ...
everything turns into disaster...
the world is burning,
its deepest roots
are burning in our fires,
its deepest joyfulness
was sacrificed for men,
its happy childhood
has long ago ended,
as it surrendered
to our burning visions.
The earth
is now buried in snow ...
no longer a virgin's dress,
but a road of mud and dirt.
We have robbed its happiness,
stolen its treasures,
tortured its heart
to obtain
the coming of the winter,
as the white linen for the dead ...
fortune is broken,
summer and spring lost,
just the endless hours
of fall's sadness
stay dwindling over our heads,
keep us falling
in the shafts of our endless thoughts ...
Life is gone. Earth is dead.
There is no more happiness
inside this womb...
the only thing that stays
are fields frosted with snow,
burning in the fires of men,
our fires ...
Even winter is gone now,
there's nothing left...
This planet is dead.
We've killed it.
It's our murder,
our crime,
our burden until the end of time....
This planet is dead.
We've killed mother earth.
The earth is dead.
19. November 2005
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