Artist

His fragile arm draws image
Neatly and correct paints every part
Deserted church broken crucifixion
In the stage, in the stage he's 'lone

And pictures mirror of his heart

Gets drunk of night & flame candles
His reason listens darkness endless
And inspiration's bitter lonely
Remains one by one with moon and doom

On white canvas appears the sky
Turned over crosses, jade in church
Draws that church he closed his eyes
And tears stream down as bloody light


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