To the bottom. To hell

To the icy blue sky
Some will go when they die,
In the icy blue sky
With quiet eagles will fly.

To the flame hearted Sun,
To the cold hearted Moon
We will all start to run
Being out of the cocoon.

And only one out of ten
Will touch the cloud and then
Will fall down again
To the bottom. To hell.
And only one of all kind
Will keep tidy his mind,
But later oh well
Will fall down to hell.

Into the beautiful sea
Some will float to see
Sitting tight in his seat
What the deep water keeps.

To the torn hearted depth
To the dark hearted room
We will go after death
Being out of the cocoon


And only one out of ten
Will touch the water and then
Will go down again
To the bottom. To hell.
And only one from all kind
Will keep tidy his mind,
But later oh well
Will go down to hell.


25.10.2025


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