Schalchtung Poem by Tom Buthkil

Seeing a thousand pictures of me
Followed by a scream of what I see
Running into darkness with the curse of silence
Freedom has come or so it appeared

Hear the cry from the baby's voice
With the laughter of an adolescent noise
A cry that the heavens tear
One that the angels start to fear

The blade is sharper then the pain
The sound has come back again
Slaughter is about to begin
Satisfaction will come within
The look in the eyes
The smile while one cries
Take all the pain
And shake it all away