Call yourself
The angel without wings,
The preacher without a church,
The savior without a crown,
Though will you perish
For the world, in how it has languished?
You lack
What you can bring back
To hearts without their fire,
To hearts
Without higher
Feelings full of erupting pleasure.
My friend, in your feebleness,
Please get dressed,
Though not in the blood that drenches you.
Will you stay yourself
On the path of regret,
With so much to send downwards?
Send it up to your eyes,
Put back your tears
Where they belong.
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