Songs of Delight
Kristoffer Lawson
29th June 2004


As two birds sing, fire-fashioned wings folded
A peeking Sun lies tired, scolded
Interest in all the daunting glamour
Sky-high treacheries of broken manner

Misery in the making, corpses rotting
Circles ringing in endless plotting
Intense breeding of lonely beings
Stoned prisoners nobody is freeing

Crying, incest, tied up strings
A foreign lover, mixed up things
Fearful tears in endless dismay
Of the wickedness of the world, in full array