Opera to my Fore-Parents
I am bitter at this world
It has taken away my joy, my all
It has placed me naked on the altar
It has taken away my joy, my peace of mind
‘The firewood of this world is for the strong only’
I am the wrong man– my ego has forsaken me also
Crow, thou cock of the crow
Sing, all ye birds of the sky
My thighs are weak
I have to give up now
My miracles are false.
Where is my salvation?
Who calls me a bosom friend?
Haven’t I tried?
Living two decades on earth...?
This world is only an abyss of a mess…
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