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Umringt, nicht halb so schön Wie der Mensch auf der Kugel Am äußersten befestigt So will ich ruhen, will meine Augen schließen Und nicht mehr ausgeliefert sein! Wenn ich träume Schweigend will ich warten Hab' alles dies schon jetzt erwähnt Dämon des Hasses schon erweckt Durch meine Stimme, meine Worte Und so lange ich verharre So lange steht die Erde still Der Dunkelheit machtlos ergeben So lange schweigt mein Universum Ich bin der brennende Komet Der auf die Erde stürzt Der sich blutend seine Opfer sucht Ich bin der lachende Prophet Der eine Maske trägt Und dahinter seine Tränen zählt Wenn böse Zungen sich verknoten Und die Dummheit wieder zirkuliert Siegt in jedem schwachen Herz die Intoleranz Ein Angriff als Verteidigung Und die Schlacht beginnt Ich, Mensch, betrete diese Erde Eine Kugel auf dieser steht ein jeder auf der Spitze Vereinigung heißt gleiches Recht für Gleiche Die Diskrepanz zwischen Wort und Tat Kein fremdes Herz hab' ...

The hallowed lands so far behind As fleeting dreams still linger Like distant voices through the rain Like grains of sand cast from my hands I never thought I'd go this far Without a star to cross the seas So far from shores I'd left behind Still far from shores I've yet to reach I try to find the strength I need To calm the doubts in my beliefs With the will, I know my heart won't break And if I have strength then I've belief If I have love my heart still beats Here under stars Far from home The picture fades, the light recedes The sound is lost in whispers My recollections once clear and pure Now distant lights that dim with time I never thought I'd go this far Without a star to cross the seas So far from shores I'd left behind Still far from shores I've yet to reach

Ich habe in diesem Monat August 2018 für "wohnen" und Unterkunft bereits mehr als 1200,- Euro ausgeben. Und: ich bin derzeit obdachlos in meiner ehemaligen Heimatstadt Bochum. Wenn morgen früh am Montag, 13. August 2018 der Mietvertrag scheitert, weil ich die Kaution nicht zahlen kann/konnte: Dann stehen morgen Abends alle Dokumente der letzten 10 Jahre mit sämtlichen justitiablen Informationen über Täter, Verursacher und unterlassene Hilfeleistung öffentlich im Internet inklusive WikiLeaks. #nixblabla #schlussmitlustig ----- Wie wird man obdachlos - wir wollns nicht wissen. Ist das Ozonloch echt so groß - wir wollns nicht wissen. Wir wollns nicht wissen - das wollen wir nicht wissen. Denn weil Wissen nur belastet, wollen wir nicht Mitwisser sein. Wir lassen es unangetastet - das Gewissen, es bleibt rein, porentief rein. -----

Die letzten Tagen waren der Horror pur: In jedem Moment in dem ich dachte, ich wäre einen Schritt weiter, brach entweder die Hölle aus oder irgend etwas oder irgendwer packte noch was oben drauf. Es erinnert mich alles an einen Film mit Tom Hanks .... wenn doch nur endlich das Happy End in Sichtweite wäre: "We've never lost an American in space; we're sure as hell not going to lose one on my watch. FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION! " Im Film war das hier das Happy End: Apollo astronauts had many difficulties. They could not just guess or hope. They needed to carefully work with the rules of physics and along with the prayers of many, they did arrive safely home. BY THE WAY: https://github.com/chrislgarry/Apollo-11/blob/master/Luminary099/BURN_BABY_BURN--MASTER_IGNITION_ROUTINE.agc and Apollo coder, 'Apollo 13' actor receive Medal of Freedom http://www.htius.com/Articles/INCOSE.pdf http://www.htius.com/Articles/r12ham.pdf

What's outside? The beat of the nation What's outside? The stadium of Zonk What's outside? The heart of the city What's outside? The real world What's outside? Retaliation What's outside? Burning flags What's outside? The pressure of daily life What's outside? Nothing to be afraid of We believe in, we believe in The future of the human race What's inside? The pulsing blood What's inside? Turmoil and chaos What's inside? Noises, images What's inside? The rhythm of time We dream of the mating season Feel a coming tidal wave We want to run but cannot move 'Cause we're embedded in concrete Come on We believe in, we believe in The future of the human race We believe in, we believe in The future of the human race Sixty three Who's mister X? Get up We live in a fairy tale We swim along with the whales We dream of evergreen trees Wake up in heart-rending cries Good morning We believe in, we believ...

In eternal memory to a really great fellow human - furneral on August, 7th 2018. Hope to see you again in the end of times - in the better world! I stand on ground I've walked before To seek the way And see the night become the dawn To show the path the goose has flown A time will come and truth reveal The glory of eternal God Jesus the son, the living word When beauty's colours fade away And earthly pages find decay The word divine, always the same His word shall live forever His word shall live forever The word is a sword that pierces the heart The truth is a light that cuts through the dark Of this world Nations shall rise, nations shall fall Nothing shall stand In the way of the word The word is a sword that pierces the heart The truth is a light that cuts through the dark Of this world Nations shall rise, nations shall fall Nothing shall stand In the way of the word More: http://www.iona.uk.com/albums/detail/id/2/the-bo...

Days of no horizon Claustrophobia Conditioned air Don't crash - no flowers for you Don't crash - no regrets Gushing waters Forcing it down Days stars final flicker urging on the break of dawn Stand fast - voices screech below Stand fast - no clemency Panic stricken faces Diving further down into hell Don't crash - no flowers for you Don't crash - no regrets Timeless terror is taking over Throbbing hearts and restless bones - melted into one Stand fast - voices screech below Stand fast - no clemency Breath slowly fading Partly anger - partly stress Stand fast - air is sparse below Stand fast - no clemency Been detected Losing power Deeper down we grovel on our sweating bending knees Don't crash - no flowers for you Don't crash - no regrets Last moment cries on the radio It's so hot down here Crushing metal bloody waters Same faces everywhere Now the anger is fading Now the fight can't go on We'll always be remembered We'll always be di...

Salva Mea How can I change the world if I can't even change myself? I cannot change the way I am? I don't know, I don't know. I take a look at the world behind these eyes, Every nook, every cranny reorganize, Realize my face don't fit the way I feel. What's real? I need a mirror to check my face is in place, Incase of upheaval, fundamental movement below, What's really going on I want to know, But yo, we don't show on the outside, so slide. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I need a mirror for my spirit, Yeah, can you feel it? When I get deep, want to hear myself sleep, Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices Like a crowd in my head so loud, I wonder what it's like to be dead, I hope it's quiet, noise in my head like a riot, Any remedy you have for me I'll try it. Just below my skin I'm screaming... I'm going deep, so deep that I can't sleep, The pills ain't cheep but the ...

In this proud land we grew up strong We were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail No fight left or so it seems I am a man whose dreams have all deserted I've changed my name, I've changed my face But no one wants you when you lose Don't give up 'Cause you have friends Don't give up You're not beaten yet Don't give up I know you can make it good Though I saw it all around Never thought I could be affected Thought that we'd be the last to go It is so strange the way things turn Drove the night toward my home The place that I was born, on the lakeside As daylight broke, I saw the earth The trees had burned down to the ground Don't give up You still have us Don't give up We don't need much of anything Don't give up 'Cause somewhere there's a place Where we belong Rest your head You worry too much It's going to be alright When times get rough You can fall back on us Don...

[Hook] Killing in the name of... [Verse 1] Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses [Hook] Ugh! Killing in the name of... Killing in the name of... [Pre-Chorus 1] Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya Now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya And now you do what they told ya But now you do what they told ya!! Well now you do what they told ya!! [Chorus] Those who died are justified For wearing the badge They're the chosen whites You justify those that died By wearing the badge They're the chosen whites Those who died are justified For wear...

Shock Therapy - Hate Is Just A Four Letter Word What has changed me into something I don't know? Forgotten feelings like I never know Eyeballs bouncing in a room of blinded me Careful of the feelings I thought I knew me A man is waiting at the corner screaming at me Angry hate for myself: the hidden me A closet of angry words no sight to put them in Hateful sea of love with no one to put it in A classic film of yesterday is just today Once tomorrow, maybe never, I hate me Bricking myself into the wall of wretched sin Hoping to be by myself, I won't let you in My product is only second-grade I hate to discuss what this man has made Forming in my hands I know it all too well Staring at my glass I know myself too well Hate is just a four letter word, Hate is just a four letter word

Und wenn ich schon ständig dazu vergewaltigt werde, mit meinen Erinnerungen an Unerträglichem allein gelassen zu werden: Der MEINEID des Hippokrates: Gewidmet dem Mörder von Sarah Lucia Maschewski, dem Berliner Euthanasie Professor Peter Bräunig, Stasi-Arzt aus Dresden. Bochum, Montag 02. September 1996 http://www.webstories.eu/stories/story.php?p_id=2871 Silke Das war eines der Lieder, die wir "Verlorenen Kinder Gottes" damals oft gehört haben: A rainy day, she's alone in her room Drowned by the pale light of the moon She's starring at the scarves on her wrist Where do I come from and where will I go ? Is there anything on the other side? She closes the curtains and turns off the light Schimmernde Rasierklingen Flüstern ihr Verlockende Dinge zu Sie wispern Sieh nur, Wie schön wir funkeln! Wir ritzen deine Haut Ohne dass du etwas davon spürst Wir lieben dich! Komm mit uns ! She watches herself in a clouded mirror She hopes it won't hurt too...

Und ich weiß, warum Ihr mich zum Krüppel machen, und mich in den Tod lügen und verraten müsst: Das ein Behinderter, ein Junge aus einer Arbeiterfamilie mehr im Leben erreicht als Ihr dummes und faules Dreckspack, Ihr Exkrement des Fickens Euer Eltern und Erben derer Verbrechen. dass kann ja wohl nicht sein. - Also rein in eure Gaskammer und danach ab in den Ofen ... beides echte deutsche Wertarbeit. Ich bin ein Stachel im Fleisch Eures zurecht bestehenden Minderwertigkeits-Gefühls Ich verliere und lebe dennoch eure Träume.