Gedichte
Branched Chain

Einleitung

Mal wieder ein Gedicht, allerdings auf Englisch. Fällt mir irgendwie leichter, keine Ahnung^^. Ich mag Englisch. Bild : Hang On! http://www.everystockphoto.com/

My Heart is made of steel

This doesn’t mean I cannot feel

There’s no more irony, this world is a branched chain

Than how do you know that I am not insane?

Would someone just tell me that I was right?

They mourn for everything i have done

In my hand, a smoking gun.

Its just another form of slavery

Staring death right in the face

doesn’t need any bravery

If I have still a Soul beneath this shell

Then it will certainly go to hell

And even then 

its a coin toss 

Only the roll of a dice 

Our last  chance to survive

 And it seems I still  don’t give a damn about your righteous dream

I will burn it until there’s nothing left to burn

A Ruin of smoke and steam 

All it needs for them is a glimpse of a guiding light 

Who on earth do you think that you are ?

From here you can’t get far.

Do not say this is how it has to be

You do no better than the fools of this burning city. 

They cannot feel fear

They cannot break their chains

But even now there is hope for them