On Variations on a Theme from Hatred, in B Flat Minor

At the summit one sees a land of peace,

through the overture of an utopian telos.

One baffles at the lawless feast,

a variation recurs as a graced beast.

Have you forgotten of all those years,

when no innocence could save you from tears?

How could these rash youth the sentiments unravel,

when the world they’ve known is a cosy cradle?

The harsh air in which we drape one another,

are but abandoned errs of our forefathers.

Yet none could banish the serpent’s return,

for our existence exists upon its ancient urn.

But brood not, my dear friend,

nightfall leads us to the candlelit penned,

what meaning is only death shall hold,

love loves only a loving soul.

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