Men are not Lords of their art

Heart unchanging

Beating

Remaining

Seasons change

Beginning of revolt

Collapse cash call

Kings forget

Companies' whores

Striving hands

Sleep on

Crying Earth

Power's hold?

Does it come from gold?

Or ignorance of innocent men

Who refuse

Good news

That love is nothing

That is not you

You speak of truth

Only to confuse

That there is one thing

Left to lose:

A blinkered eye

Hides surprise

That world's failure

Is a reflection

Only of You

Breath of All Things

Joy in Hell's heat

Life spreading nothing

That is not peace

Change's

Love-expression

Seeds