Primordial Sin

Saša Milivojev - PRIMORDIAL SIN East I exist I stand Frozen in a cursed temple A black crow in my hand Blood is trickling down the frescoes Grave suffering Saints are crying Walls are moaning Like an echo from the past The fog Before the sacred altar It’s all desolate Like the Sahara My heart is being torn apart It’s all black The only thing shining above Is a half of the innocent Jesus Christ I exist I stand Frozen I feed on sinful blood I move to the West To the cathedral for an attack Feeding the flock with my poems And there I find the same Myself standing Frozen Afraid of the hoarse sound of the organ But since I exist I will not allow Oneness to be on two world’s sides Fate is still cursed I stand Singing a sad song in the choir Frozen Like a chestnut in the wood Helpless I stand Frozen I Where the sun rises And me here Emptiness I have nowhere to go Crucify me too Without the last sip of wine Saša Milivojev www.sasamilivojev.com