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Profane is counter-equivalent*
For today is tomorrow's yesterday
The past is forgotten
Except for those that only a few understand but many repeat
Sensuously following the spirit of the times
Who needs content who wants to feel?
And who is looking for??
Atonement of transience
All the wise ones, all the white ones
Would turn over in their graves if they could see you today
But what did all those people say who are not remembered because they were
uncomfortable or strange and mostly independent?
I sit alone, my spirit transfigured
my soul wide open
And so I invite myself
the unconformable beauty
the unheard sounds
Words of naked truth
And the voices of the forgotten
No heart is lost here
And no one remains unrecognized here
The spirit of the times is also seen through
Who makes sacrifices to the arts?
And who basks in the limelight and loses their balance?
But what did all those who said are not remembered because they were
uncomfortable or strange and mostly independent?
This is my celebration!
A celebration for the lost
A celebration for the forgotten
This is my celebration!
Whoever stands outside is welcome
Whoever lives alone and abandoned
This is your celebration!
A celebration for the lost
A celebration for the forgotten
Now accept the tears
That no one has ever cried for you
They are consecrated to you from the heart