Crucified for bullshit lies
Sent to hell for all eternity
Angels moan and the lover cries
Didn't live up to a burial at sea
Lived his life neither good nor bad
He lived in the in between
Now his wife lives alone and sad
He was neither saint nor fiend
Lowered into the ground below
In a box thats made of pine
As the dirt they start to throw
they set up a semi-fitting shrine
Forever to rot in the ground below
Never to roam the earthly realm again
Sins and sacrifices forever to sow
The endless battle never to win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem