Righteousness Poem by Dan Uriel

in the evenings if the air condenses,
breathing into his palm the whole countryside
pray hade do not see the world
the pillars of smiles only flicker in fear
on the hawthorn of our slopes 
broke through the heart, the Lord
the dream of his empire is on fire
the shadow of the Master's darling
he travels badly on a forest-mountain.
listen, the swearing Aryan of the world
you drag a cross of loneliness along the way 
you hear it here while the distant ones ring,
glorifying crowd
your passion for acting is an orphan
he locked your heart in iron armour 
the rose blossomed among the stars
be easy, so easy to say
sprouts love and hate
bullfinch death tears your roots
and the miserable desire to kill the world

wander around. horrors roar from the fog of forests
the orphan ground in misery
the cold of the earth cuts to your heart.
who extends his hand to his mouth
who gives the word of redemption?
a quick ripple of your resources
your forests in a storm, wildly
my heart will always be torn
your lakes sucked into my eyes warm
his anonymous desire s tormenting fate

I carry the hunger of thy righteousness 
the thirst of thy righteousness.!