Martyrdom
I’ve been thinking
about what life would be like
if I’d have lived in paradise.
I’ve been wondering
about what tears would taste like
if I’d be living in a dream.
I’ve been asking
what hate would feel like
when I’d stand before the gates of heaven.
No-one ever answered me
but there is one thing I know for sure
we will never meet in paradise
and the only tears that you will see
will taste like the semen
of the devil himself:
soured by disdain
embittered by betrayal
poisoned with my hate.
In the fire of hell,
every tear I cry
will be as deadly for you
as you have been for me.