Esaus Tränen (German Edition)

Esaus Tränen (German Edition) eBook: Samuel Ichmann: leondumoulin.nl: Kindle Store.
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We feel you We don't understand you. Whoever knows pain becomes criticized from the fire that burned up the skin I throw a light in my face A hot cry fire at will! Whoever knows pain is raised from the fire that burns in desire A sparking thrust into her womb A hot cry fire at will! Whoever knows pain is dangerous from the fire that burns the soul Bang bang The burned child is dangerous with fire that separates from the life A hot cry Bang bang Fire at will! Literally it is "Fire freely".

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Ich durfte keine Nippel lecken und keine Falte zum Verstecken niemand gab mir einen Namen gezeugt in Hast und ohne Samen. Der Mutter die mich nie geboren hab ich heute Nacht geschworen ich werd ihr eine Krankheit schenken und sie danach im Fluss versenken. In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal entferne es mit Messers Kuss auch wenn ich daran sterben muss. In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal entferne es mit Messers Kuss auch wenn ich verbluten muss.

The tears of a crowd of very old children I string them on a white hair I throw the wet chain into the air and wish that I had a mother.

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No sun shines for me there was no breast that cried milk there is a tube that sticks in my throat I have no navel on my stomach. I was not allowed to lick any nipples and there was no fold to hide in no one gave me a name fathered in haste and without sperm. For the mother who never gave birth to me I have sworn tonight I will send her a sickness and afterwards make her sink in the river.


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An eel lives in her lungs on my forehead, a birthmark remove it with the kiss of a knife even if it causes me to die. An eel lives in her lungs on my forehead, a birthmark remove it with the kiss of a knife even if it causes me to bleed to death. Der erste Schnee das Grab bedeckt hat ganz sanft das Kind geweckt in einer kalten Winternacht ist das kleine Herz erwacht.


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The first snow covers the grave it woke the child very softly in a cold winter night the small heart is awakened. As the frost flew into the child it wound up the music box a melody in the wind and the child sings from the ground. The cold moon, in full magnificence it hears the cries in the night and no angel climbs down only the rain cries on the grave. Between hard oak boards it will play with the music box a melody in the wind and the child sings from the ground.

Up and down, rider and no angel climbs down my heart does not beat anymore only the rain cries on the grave up and down, rider a melody in the wind my heart does not beat anymore and the child sings from the ground. Up and down, rider a melody in the wind my heart does not beat anymore and the child sings on the ground up and down, rider and no angel climbs down my heart does not beat anymore only the rain cries on the grave.

Drying Esau’s Tears | Finding Ourselves In Biblical Narratives

This is a holiday celebrated on the last Sunday before Advent in November. It is the day when protestant christians remember their dead. Zwitter ich bin so verliebt Zwitter ich bin in mich verliebt. I have stolen a kiss from her she wanted to get it back I have not let her go again we melted into one piece it is just too right for me I am a beautiful bisexual two souls under my chest two genders, one lust.

These curses are turning upon Esau

I go differently through the day I am the most beautiful person of all I see marvelous things that were not apparent to me before I can make myself happy everyday I can send myself roses there is no second and no third one and one that is the same. Hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite I am so in love Hermaphrodite, hermaphrodite I am so in love with myself. One for me one for you is not how it is for me.

I am alone but not alone I can be together with myself Early I kiss my reflection And at night I fall asleep with myself When the others searched for girls I could already fertilize myself I am not even downhearted then When one tells me "fuck yourself". Der Ritt war kurz es tut mir leid ich steige ab hab keine Zeit muss jetzt zu den anderen Pferden wollen auch geritten werden. I am the rider you are the horse I climb on we ride off you moan I whisper to you an elephant in the eye of a needle.

I am the rider you are the horse I have the key you have the lock the door opens I enter life can be so splendorous. Deeper, deeper Say it!

Lyrics and Translations: Mutter

The ride was short I am sorry I climb off I have no time I must go now to the other horses they also want to be ridden. Er hat die Augen zugemacht in seinem Blut tobt eine Schlacht ein Heer marschiert durch seinen Darm die Eingeweide werden langsam warm. He lays the needle in the vein and he asks the music to come inside between his throat and forearm the melody travels softly in the bones. He has closed his eyes a battle rages in his blood an army marches through his bowel the intestines become warm slowly.

Nothing is for you nothing was for you nothing remains for you forever.