Aphobie Poem by Pierre Rausch

These real things are like steel
And kept my head lowered
His reasoning always told
The four wisdom's of life
Love, death, love and aphobie
Change the whole world, bro
We fell for it as well
The believe of this truth
And go for it
Christ comes
Love, death, love and aphobie
And bring your head into play
If it had come even earlier
A diagnosis of the prophecy
A mental discussion over four hours
The raindrops on the balustrade
They stepped in front of the door
Following program over program
Instead to the window
I couldn't find a lie
Aphobie in the vein
Aphobie entertains
Like the others
Like area of activity
And tell you a lot