The Bridge To The Highest Hills

the years become minutes the minutes years
thank him for the laughter and tears
only an occasional resting point

flying horses carry me without fear and timidity
my happiness you for I stumble
I am not tied to space with fleeting hours

for the grave I shall sink never more to drink
my happiness you my colorful dream
black scab with revenge

who make the soul giddy
my laughter of the heights
the bridge to the highest hills

thus do they talk to one another
a will to equality that itself shall be the creature of equality
it is not spirit but envy they always go to far
so as their tea is being set of the snow

there are people of bad race & lineage
speak in favor of life as they sit in their den
heretic burners with the preachers of equality
more war and inequality amongst them

good and evil rich with poor