In this world full of fear
beauty, reign and fright
the only thing that will be left
is terror pain and flight
Flight from the things we will create
who claim they created us
We must run away from fear
or we ourselves will become what we fear
death.
Death to those who wish us pain
death or terror and might
death to those who shout my name
with anger in their voice
anger for those we killed
but you really can't blame us
when anger takes us over
there is only one thing left
fear.
Fear of everyone who hurt me
fear of those who might
fear of everyone who sees my death in sight
for who knows what will kill me
or when or how or why
fear of everyone who sees in the sky absolutely
nothing.
Nothing for miles in every direction
nothing no matter which way you turn
nothing but silence and silence and silence
nothing but the cold hand of
night.
Night is nothing but darkness and silence
night is nothing but beauty
night has nothing to do with tomorrow
and what the day will bring
however there is only one thing for certain that it will bring
light.
Light and joy and wonder
light, candles and fire
light brings shadows of fear
light brings nothing but
doubt.
Doubt on what will come to be
doubt on who we are
doubt on what they will become
with the pull of mighty
power.
Power over those who seem to be weak
power even though they are not
power that makes us hungry
power it makes us
strong.
Strong over those weak and weary
strong over those with doubt
strong over those who cry with hunger
strong over those who without a doubt are
weak.
Weak,
kind of like
us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem