One fast, mad war, giving fervor
Us, dying, once again choke with song and lie
A glance, clear, towards falling fire
Metal marks me, a souvenir blinds one eye

A life at its dusk, mirrors the end of war
The bomb, the rich plunder dark diesel
Full barrels, foreign, the fault of the wise(?)
And Jesus standing, sullen, betrayed

The life lived well God sings without haste
The volunteered sigh, as night begins
Is that the sign? Sigh, sigh, understand my life!

What is the total? Oh, where does motive die?
In front of the night, or a desert mirage?
In which will I sink? No matter, I sink fast!

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