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.
