There is no world above you
There is no world below you
Is no world in front of you
Is no world behind you
No world beside you

In which the hammer shatters the jar
In which ice feeds the snarling fire
In which not even the smallest shrub
Seeks to overgrow, to cover
To overcome its neighbour

When the hour of pain has come
It is you or me
To live is to breathe, to fight and
To suffer brave every day

Only the dreaded last one lends peace
No world that is not ruled by the will
To grow, to live, to master for you too
Carry this core inside of you even if your
Sun is called meekness, and if your enemy
Threat is merely yourself in the end

This core of mortal fear and will to live
That is, ultimately, only love and melts
Down into itself
You will rule the world as an entire law
The valley-depth of your misery some
Day matches the mountain-fortress'
Height of your bright joy
Water churns bellowing, runs in and out
Purgingly flushes out wounds' phantoms
Grieves delusion's spirits

The wise wanderer only breaks camp
In moving on doesn't burn bridges, for one
Never knows when one needs them again

Scars of the queen of jealousy toppled
Pentacle carved so deeply, Mark of Cain
Graces the old womb-wounded
For so long already

Down to the blood
I once pierced the bear
With the strongest rod of all
Moon-like it radiates from my mouth
Moth-mouth, my name is Greed

Gibuleubauja!