What is wrong? This piercing pressure in my chest I am tight-roped Taken by time Tell me that this tormenting feeling Is not forever There is a giant within me Where is my silver sword I will fight you Feed your decollated head To the vulgar vultures and merciless martyrs I will drag your torn-open corpse To the highest mountain peak No, no mountain, a volcano, a fire-spitting volcano Heat, heat! Burn you monstrous being, burn! Burn you spiritless tyrant, burn! Your carcass in ashes, My trophy of victory I defeated you I defeated Myself. There is a giant within me I can hear its silent singing Its crying murmurs Deep down the dark well I closed it with a giant stone Silence, please, silence! But silence no more. Giant, what do you want from me? Enough. Shaking, I lower a long rope Woven from sweetgrass With my hands of forgiveness The rope tightens, The giant’s wailing amplifies I am scared I feel powerless and paralyzed Please, don’t hurt me And then, What emerges from the darkness into the bright daylight Is no tyrant, is no monster, no giant Just a little boy crying Drowning in his own tears “Please do no harm”, he sobs He is pale like snow, deprived from the world’s soul Abandoned and alone, All this time He is no tyrant, no monster, no giant Just a little boy And this little boy is me.
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