Stefan Huth

Stefan Huth Poems

Why me, oh why me, I did nothing wrong.
I didn't know, why mother did die.
All I know by now, is that humans don't belong.
They were cruel to me, but I don't wish to cry.
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Our teeth are sharp
Our fingers are clingy
Our ears are tall
Our eyes are red
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Are we just a fantasy,
in your wildest dreams,
or could we be reality,
when we hear your screams?
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It's all a facade
A big masquerade
To make people believe
Not being robbed by thieves
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Have you ever heard
About ideology
It could all be a bad dream
And then you wake up
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Stefan Huth Biography

Recently turned 30 and quit my job and it made me questioning my life more, although that's been the case as well before.)

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Violets Are Blue And My Eyes Shouldn't Be Red, So I Am Coming For You

Why me, oh why me, I did nothing wrong.
I didn't know, why mother did die.
All I know by now, is that humans don't belong.
They were cruel to me, but I don't wish to cry.

So instead of killing them all,
we will keep them away from their own downfall.
Serving them a different purpose, instead of all their greed.
They thought, they would survive, in killing us all.
That's, what they were always been taught.

So our teaching, will teach them with intend.
Or their greed, will be their dearest end.

We might seem evil, with our red eyes.
But aren't we just a mirror, to your own surprise?

We think, you misunderstand.
We aren't Monsters, by your comprehend.
You were evil and that is going to be your, Seraph's end.

- Krul Tepes, the not so cruel (probably)

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