Coincutter Poem by Katerina Val

He, who thought the sun through blinded heart
Survived the bites of shark through torn old flesh
He despised his self through loneliness
And would not lot love the human less
He gave in his soul to the coin-cutter

They that found the source of youth
They used the bloodstained crown to talk about the truth
They loved the cession of soulless sound
They kept striding pretentious around
To valleys and rivers covered with god
They saw silently the coin-cutter, it made them stop

She who fell in hate with her spouse
She built alone the half-destroyed house
Through pain and sudden truth revealed through rain
She prayed, she praised and vowed to the silent fuss
She could not love the less her loneliness
But bent before the coin-cutter

The kids that the sun had given as a gift to earth
Had been a sad unlucky birth
And then their stupidity had been folded before the wrath
They touched their back and followed the hated path
So, what was left to them, through loneliness of hell
Had always been and always will, the coin-cutter, their pride then fell

Oh, how should I hate the steady bleaching of the rain
How can I hate the sudden scream of truth and pain
Side by side I pray to the coin-cutter
They say it's the source of youth
The only path you can go through
Should I refuse
Or should I try to use
The only thing that they obeyed
The only pride before which they had to stray
How can I force these thoughts of fall(and gold) to go away?