it is natural that he can be mistaken
as the mad man
at noon he demands that all street lights
be switched on
he says the town is as dark as the night
without the stars and the moon
he proclaims that God is killed by
all these self-righteous people of his town
that God is crucified again and that there
is no Veronica who wipes the blood
from his brow
his song is the song of doubt
he says it is the only certain thing
there is only Nothing
and Nietzche is coming over to strengthen
those that never killed him
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