The Sick Human being.

The sick human being lives stormy
but shouts out its needs in silence
and without a tongue.

Day and night is gone.
They wanished with the convulsions,
and only contractions measures time.

The Master of the house`s powers and resistance,
ebbs out in the colorplays of the Fall.
For all is white soon.

Death is no guest.
It is no friend.
It is the tool of the finagler,
a seal without history.

The will to Life does not sits itself down.
It never rest

there
in the bed.

It is the Storm that pushes the leaf to the ground.

The sick human being live life responsible
but without burdens.

And the medecine is fear.

Forgive us this arrogant posture towards Life,
where we,

in our selfexaltated throne

forget to realize,

that we are merly drops in the pond
you made for your Sons tears.

And forgive me
that I am not the revelation full adequate
when I now accuse Man to have molested it self
towards its own nature and origin.

To somebody

Look,
here I walk.

I am crying...

but not anymore.

I am glad
and it is not a dream.

The Angel Speaks.

Chapter 2.

1. Your exits are few and lonely.
The price og redemtion is hunger
and death. Friends are enemies,
and enemies are the prosecutors
weapon.

2. Man, hear my voice. Set roots
in words, undress the cloath of vanity,
turn to Him that hears and let words
come to the rescue.

3. For your days are few,Man.
Look around and you will soon
find no more. Darkness is no longer
treathening. It is resting in your
body. The light wich were lid,
dies out.

4. Brothers like sisters, the
strangling hours have arrived.
Find your flame, and let the oil
of word fill the Jar. For once again
I stand ready.

This I say you.
Do not fear.

The Angel Speach

Chapter 1.

1. I stood before the humans
and shouted. I preached about the world.
The world of humans. No one listened,
no one understood, no one saw me
and there were no one to interpet.
No wise men was left.

2. Listen,human. Do not fear.
I come with a message. A message
on this world. Time is all you have.
Time is all you here.

3. You speak in misty clouds.
Youre words is hollow. No one
can understand the Lord
and his message. I bring water
for repent.

4. Your images is burning.
Memories is forget. Your chase
strangles time for reflection.
Hope is rumours in your hearts.
See,Man and woman. Boy and girl.
Time is everything you posess
and all that you have left.

5. Your rulers is gathering. They whisper
in dark rooms. Planning your thoughts.

6. You cry over lost freedom, when
it was you who led the tyrann to power.
For there, in his seat, he keep records
against you.

8. He is gatherin all the first borns.
Boys and girls, in storehouses.
All is used. Nothing is thrown
away. Only work is their pay now.

9. The Word is stolen from you.
Your house is luted for thoughts.
Your freedom is swept in laws.
Chained you are. Chained to
thousand times thousand of words
in the books of Law.

Waltz of the Whore

Laments fill the empty space

and my soul is mounted

by desire.


This pauseless waltz
shall be the last.


I am lenient with reason

and dishonesty sings...



one two tree
one two tree...