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— Är Du Glad?

— Glad?

Vad är det för fråga?

— Man vill vara glad, vill man inte det?

— Glada människor som inte vet bättre

Inombords frös min själ till is och jag hatade den tiden

Jag föraktade till och med solen för jag visste att jag aldrig skulle få leka i

dess varma sken

Jag frös av hat när

Jag hörde de andra barnen

Skratta och leka på gatorna utanför

Döden var att föredra framför mina

Utsikter att uppleva någon sorts lycka

I det ögonblicket, hatade jag gud

Mer än någonting annat i universum

Hade gud fått veta om hur hårt

Jag hade fått kämpa

Och bara stått vid sidan om och tittat

På hur situationen hela tiden förändrats

Inombords förvandlade jag guds namn

Och önskade att jag aldrig blivit

«Maybe I should have killed four, five hundred people.

Then I would have felt

better.

Then I would have felt like I really offered society something.»

«Måtte djävulen ta alla fruntimmer!»

«There is no real me: only an entity, something illusory.

And though I can hide

my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe

you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable…

I simply am not there.»

- Are you happy?

- Happy?

What kind of question is that?

- You want to be happy, do not you want it?

- Happy people who do not know better

Inside, my soul froze to ice and I hated that time

I even despised the sun because I knew I would never play in it

its warm glow

I froze with hatred when

I heard the other children

Laugh and play on the streets outside

Death was preferable to mine

Prospects to experience some kind of happiness

At that moment, I hated God

More than anything else in the universe

Had God been told how hard

I had to fight

And just stood by and watched

On how the situation has constantly changed

Inside, I changed the name of God

And wished I never became

«Maybe I should have killed four, five hundred people.

Then I would have felt

better.

Then I would have felt like I really offered society something. »

"May the devil take all the ladies' time!"

«There is no real me: only an entity, something illusory.

And though I can hide

my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe

you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable…

I simply am not there. »