Poem: Messengers
        Angels use them, demons tooÂ
       They lift you up, and they subdue
     They steer and rule your inner mind
    They make you see and make you blindÂ
  Messengers, oh messengers – why are you so sincere
  You act as if the way you speak has never been unclear
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              You rush in like a mighty storm
             You like to twist and to transform
           You sweep the branches of my brain
         And make my will and thoughts insane
    Messengers, oh messengers – why are you so severe
    You act as if I would enjoy your gifts of pain and fear
            You swoop down like a bird of prey
          You grab my soul in its dismay
           You feast upon its grainy mesh
            As if it was some juicy flesh
      Messengers, oh messengers – you occupy my land
  And claim your stake yet do not name your Master of Command
              And then you force me into a scheme
            That’s wilder as my wildest dream
             And make me play a freakish role
               That does not fit within my soul
      Messengers, oh messengers – you are too strong for me
       I hate the message that you bring, and yet I cannot flee
