Jay Bradley

(Eschenbach in der Oberpfalz)

Biography of Jay Bradley

If we try to emulate our idols, then we forget everything they stood for. In that case, we lose ourselves in idealism. Be yourself, and be human.

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As I descend to dungeons, I am uplifted,
Though pain I feel surreal, my sound soul need not conceal,
No thirst there to bind me, no need for hearth and meal,
No guilt to hide, just the songs I've been so gifted;

Lo t'is the master's keep, she strains our eyes from sleep,
Her kiss steals the day, rise in passion rise in blame,
Though she whips our spirits, her hand a torrent flame,
My mind absolved from sin, my eyes they never weep;

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