Pray
I was praying and now I see a tree
And a bird chirps some words
And I want to shoot it
Because I cannot figure out
Why God
Came down there
And cursed me and says
You are like corn
That can be eaten by the weak
And when it is gone
It is as good as dead
Goes away
The good that goes away
Never comes back
“Mein Literatessen”, said Death
To which a cursed boy told
“Why you are cursed?”
“Simple, Christ
You take it all away from me”
and a boy, who had a Messiahal pretension, told
“Yes, that is exactly
What happened. Christ made that happen”
But now not even in Heaven
Christ dies
Death kneels down before him
And kills him
And says
“Will you please forgive me?”
But then the boy asks
“Did you not kill Jesus?”
“No, I did not
And why?
Because…
He said
“Mein Literatessen”
And the boy replies
“Mein Literatessen is the worst one”
But now death has forgotten
There will be no resurrection
The poor old boy is fading away
So now we see corn on the cob
But there is nothing quite like this
Kiss with death
Having a summer blast with us and then crying
“And the most wonderful thing
Is that we die
Mein Literatessen”
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