Auto-auto Arm Yourself
The word he spoke were neatly bent
to suit and smooth the roughest edge.
A lie delivered ,honestly,
the reason is still a mystery to me.
The symbol of his dying god
made his view-point seem so odd.
He smiled at me triumphantly
the reason is still a mystery to me.
-chorus-
Arm yourself against the loneliness
an obvious cry for help.
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His eyes looked foggy, half asleep
like port ways to a endless deep.
He waved a pattern like a cross
but it felt like a “swastika” to us
A preacher to the common folk
the “fire” and “brimstone”-talk.
I wont forget the man who lied
to me when someone that i´ve loved had died.
(When my grandmother died I met a priest of the old school-kind.
He actually talked of the devil as a person and not as a metaphor.
I hated him for belittling everyone with his stupid lies.)
