The long minutes of life go by your train,
Your last days on this earth disappear in the rain,
And all of your life shall be in vain
for you will not be there to witness -
The fruits of your pain.
The car goes through the fog, the train passes a bog,
All of life's movement, all of life's pain,
Could not disappear to some ancient remains!
You pass all life's moments and yet you can feel -
Something is missing, something's not here!
You can feel that these moments are not a whole,
An unwholesome air of pain spread by acidic rain,
And you're stripped of a half of your own existance,
By the poison of your -
your own doubts and fears!
You are taken those moments that make you a whole -
The moments of she who could help you be more,
Than a sad and depressive monger of war,
In a sad and depressive world full of wars,
She could do all of this if you only would dare,
But she won't give you nothing, why would she care?
Now you can't even see her moments of life!
You are done and you're halved into one body,
For this woman of dreams would not help you a bit,
To obtain any trace of your living -
On earth!
You have been forgotten but she is remembered,
She has found another, while you were there waiting!
You have once suspected, that she is devine,
But 'twas Lucifer who told her, with a cool glass of wine,
"Pretty much like an angel of fire and ice,
You look like the goddess of beauty herself,
But there's no way you're she, you are much too broadsited,

The goddess of beauty is just a young bimbo!"
So he has spoken, and so it was written,
For now all these words, are tought in the schools,
And Lucifer's forgotten under shadows of evening,
Only you still remember, this horrible night,
After which she came crying( to Lucifer's delight),
And he went off dying, or at least so he might,
And you have by then, being already in no gain,
Died of eleven broken bones,
And one broken mind,
Unrepaired by your heart!