im Gegenteil

Of love and other madness.

That wreaks havoc in the lucidity of lies,
That bleeds crimson blood of anguish,
That seeds hatred in the heart of whys:
Therefore I pray earnestly for my wish.

Of love and other madness.

That creeps in the sanity of frenzied,
That leaves marks on sound walls of protection,
That makes nothing out of splendid:
Therefore I ask fervently for Zion.

Of hate and other happiness.

That begins history in vagueness of verity,
That finds fault in overflowing of sense:
Therefore the world has ever-grown in severity,
When shall we find the right ways?
And thus, all of these are nothing but in pretense.

©JN2012

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