That one word
one word remains
because of what
the soul
the people
daily in the dream
feeds
doesn't have to be a mouthful
in its
the speech
be for the others
nobody can see the Jews
People of other beliefs
other religions
with his mission
with his faith
do not know any better
everything germinates from the soul
what is not there yet
what was forgotten
will reinvent them
our tongue is a sieve
as a witness one thinks
them as violence
the other
about life and death
the heart is in the body
subject to his organs
just by strength
new insight
is the attempt
possible for the better
who without sin
without a lie
throw the first stone
who the real truth
owns for himself
I do not have them
I don't want to sharpen knives
nor do I have others
to convert to something
I carry my cross
sin alone
through my life
I don't have to ride a horse
I mostly walk
i go with my fear
hand in hand
through my life
the world is good
all people
are of indivisible dignity
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