Jesus Cruciform (Christ Crucifiator) Poem by Pierre Rausch

House-light gashing term as safeguard against
I thought, the path would end inside
Darkness, bowl eyesight of ground
The stone grows in the patch, that burr sight
Roads on the pavement guiding through
Now when it's selfishly black, the seldom tomb
Path finding, it burst sight
When the base could blossoms aside

(Cruciform) : Crucifiator, don't wait for the spade's to ring
Christ, keep the common card
Oh a hundred storks perch on earth
Oh the morning is flying, I could crawl on earth

Shadows are falling and I have been
I haven't got the scars that didn't heal

(Cruciform) : Don't wait for the spade's to ring
Christ, keep the common wagon
Oh a hundred storks perch on earth
Oh the morning is flying, I could crawl on earth
When the base could blossom aside

Shadows are falling and I have been
I haven't got the scars that didn't shed