Reality 17
From "Portrait"
Satisfy the thirst from the desert
Drinking from my scorched hands
Give it to you to your empty belly.
No deny it
It will be part of the evil-doers
They will be gone unfulfilled.
But whatever you do and tell
Do not dare to look at God
Into his Eyes, which lead to a walk worthy
Through the jungle of beauty.
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