The Culprit

Point out the culprit and pierce his heart with a poisoned dagger,
for his life makes no more sense and he has been enslaved by a pitiful notion of love,
the Love who has lured him into delivering his heart to a lie and surrender his life to a promise,
in regard of another heart who bled tears in nights of lonelyness.
Behold Love´s victory upon those weak at heart,
upon those who have for many a night shed tears endlessly,
whose screams and yells are muffled by the sentiment of Love pervading their souls with pain.
Oh what shall become of those who have been poisoned and stranded into uncertain paths?
Point out the culprit for his bleeding heart speaks of a dead promise of love,
and hence his life shall be vanquished and his soul shall be bathed in the blue fires,
for his beliefs have utterly surpassed and rapped the notions of Truth,
by providing Love itself of his own heart, and Love itself enslaved him, whipped him mercilessly.
Point the culprit for there is no other way, Love has murdered his heart slowly,
and thence his soul is now enveloped in bitterness, coated with pain,
the ones who have served loyal company now for years to come,
so this horror shall come to a halt, once and for all,
condemn Love and its putris lies, set free his guilty heart and soul!!


RQ
Moscow
21.10.10