...The horror, that we may not livenWe may not livenTo see the walls fall from between usnBetween us and the world which these songs cry outnnThat the desire, which still lives, to contest, a mark of shame upon certainnforeheads,nwill remain an offering unto the dead, illegible, irrelevantnAnd we will be shaped into priestly statues in poses of defiance before ournown mastersnTo softly, safely sing the praises of a disarmed war, a lukewarm lovenSo lest we fall out of lust for life, let us risk all we have to risknFor only a fool, only a fool, would cling to this world as it isnnIf i could strike one blow to spite their forces, though i might bear onenhundred more,nI would wear the welts like rubies, and the shackles for a crownnAnd if i had one hundred hearts I would throw them all before their bulletsnBefore I´d sell a single one to wield their powernSo lest we fall out of love with life, let us give all we have to give nFor only a fool would cling to this worldnnAutumn, the leaves fell,nThen the treesnBecame fences and factoriesnNow winter is comingnLet´s put the heat onnn...but no fire or ice, their absences suffice nThe nights now wil be long and cold, with a silence like you never knownnAnd you´ll shake in it, cry out at it, but it will wrap you in its spidersnthreadnPerhaps you´ll stare into that blankness until it peers back into younAnd both of you see nothing, and it wil wrap you in its spiders threadnThat blessed are the womb that are barrennBlessed are the branches tha bear no fruitnBlessed are the rivers run drynFor we have come to the end of the worldnTo diennSo die...die and become perish, let go and be donenWith all the tangled threads that keep you tied to husks of false hopes,nfossilizednIf these years still wait for those who will be more merciless than historynTo burn the chaff and make an end, to make the fields fertile once againnThen break...break the skinnOpen...open and reach innAnd draw the nerves out taut to play a song upon those tight stringsnSuch as this world has never heardnLet it be dirge, hymn, or dance, vomit or tears, absolving snowfall or acidnrainnSummer that sets fire to the harvest, or ice age that, thawing, blossomsncrimson painnPleasure or death, splendor or rust, flash flood or drought tha turnsnjungles to crustnThose tender caresses for which the skin achesnOr tear gas to breathe and plate glass to breaknThe uproar of riot, the hush of nightfall, or sirens announcing the doom ofnus allnThe triumph of failures who fought at all costs, or despair of derelictndreams who lostnSilence and space...hungers to be...momentary eternitiesnThe furrows of ash left by passion and wrathnThe faithless fixed stars over our wandering pathsnAs the moon moves the see, we could move these mountainsnAs comets drop to earth, so might empires endnAs old suns explode rather than fall to dustnLet us steal fire and pay with our lives if we mustnFor if all this world is God´s, and man a mens plaything of laws and stringsnThen why not raze it all, and in destroying at least set sail on borrowednwing?nAnything other than what we have knownnStrike the match, take a breath now...the hour has comenTo dance the resistance, teach tied tongues to singnThis is the end of the calendar, the last loosening!nAround and inside you, the violence you fear...for or against it, it´snalready herenIt forged the cord that bound you to the ground...it built these wallsnLET BURN THEM DOWN!