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Misdemeanor at highest level
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God and devil play the game
-its insane -
At the stake my very soul ,
who can tell what is their goal.
Game goes on ,
still one one,
I'm not done.
Lying on a couch with beer i watch the game
- that's me and all my fame -
as many times i'm praising God
as many times I scold the game.
Let me see - God with me-
score still even 'we' are not beaten.
I never praise the devil ,
but i need so much what he is offering,
I must admit he has a brilliant and overwhelming marketing.
packed in shell , he sells it well,
offering it bright and high - i can't deny.
Yet i know his ware bears everlasting torment,
and is meant to trap me in exchange for pleasures of a moment .
Why then play with such a thought
if the law is set and wrought....
I know surely is so - God has whispered me and hinted,
in my soul His words are printed.
and He did it for my sake ,
the truth i tell and not a fake
But look
I am just a little kid,
i also need to play,
whatever the world may say
I need to play so every now and then,
the grown up man.
To climb the myth of rebel independence,
even if i feel my Dad and all His loving presence....
If we weren't playing much too much,
if we wouldn't last for dirty touch -
game would be long over
we would be in paradise;
only God knows
how many of us have payed so far - the highest price.
We are fallen, not even worth tested ,
Yet God and devil play the game
for the souls of little buffoons like we are,
while we strongly do believe in our glorious and rising ego star.
In a game that's preconceived,
it's all nonsense,
even if the devil does his best.
Even if i act so foolish and i do not care.
who could harm me, who would dare ?
So why still lose my time and watch the game ...
Why still stay – let them play.
I want to leave - but a strange odd feeling,
makes me numb and i am failing.
Off i want again to go
trying but i don't know how -
soul and body wants to fly and
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