THE DIRTY BAYOU
Decomposing spaces,
Dumb dolls in necklaces, 
Everywhere"s lie and everywhere"s hurt.
Gods and Beasts are silent:
No one dares to guide them
Straight to the heart of this senceless world. 
I"m not scared of fire,
As I"m standing higher,
Higher above this dirty bayou.
I"d enjoy same torment,
As Jesus took for me,
If it would gift slight hope to save you,
Steal you from that prison,
Blessing you for treason,
Mark by my blood the only true way.
I deny compassion,
Keep sins of my passion
To ressurect you, like the first rain.