’Mind Heist’

by M. N. G. Einstein∗

4. February, 2012

Un Bonbon!

Un part de suite ’Le Chevalier Noir’, un idée dans ’Les fleurs du mal’de Charles Baudelaire.

In remeberence of ’Le Roi’ Geoffrey Chaucer and ’The CanterburyTales’.

∗Any usage is only allowed with my full name and my written agreement. The pdf is free to/for share!

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Mind heist -

To understand the onomatopoesie better, follow this link:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dt598k_RCY4

Do not let them steal your mind.

Mind heist

Dam-da-dam-da-dam-da-dam-da-dam-da-dam-da-damdadt . . .

The long expected hour of wolves has began at the end,after all these dark years, it arrives, my dearest friend,worried sick, I thought you had me really forgotten,letting me be a slave to life, letting me to be rotten!

. . . dam-da-damdadt-dam-da-dam-da-dadadt-damdadt-damdadt . . .

The downfall forms a bond with the arrow of time,cutting each flower, each prime and even the lime,that holds the broken splinters of our own hearts together,bringing me, luckely, to the end of my struggling tether;

. . . dam-da-twang-dadadt-dam-da-twang-dadadt-damdadt-damdadt . . .

forcing the age of us, to come crushing down so very fine,that we start to fall, into the pitch dark pit, of the lifesmine,tumbling, sliding, flying down the darkest path,for it’s the last fall, not in vain and not in wrath!

. . . ta-tah-twang-tah-ta-tah-ta-tah-ta-twang-Damm!

So the hammer falls heavily on the heart,crushing every piece and every part,on the anvil of time melting grim,leaving the unscathed soul very dim;

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Damm!

Again the hammer strikes fierce,trying the soul wickedly to pierce,but, embedded in the pan of the past, no dint appears,although the mind, does not forget, all its terrible fears.

Damm!

Once more the hammer slashes down,ironing the soul as it were only a crown,raising the fires of the furnaces around,as suddenly a crack appears in its ground!

Damm!

With such force, the hammer smashes a fourth time,tormenting the soul, that it was just, the worst crime,a stream was outlined, like slender vein of black,running in the shimmer, as it broaden the crack,

Damm! Damm! Raaah! Damm! Damm!

Now, the hammer whacked more than ever happily, with no halt,driving out the sacret sparks of fiery despair, like grains of salt,slowly it began to divide the new appearing parts one by one,until, for eternity, everything that ever matter is lost and gone.

. . . Dam-da-dam-da-dam-da-woosch-ta-tah-twang-ta-tah-ta-twang-Damm!

Finally, with a sicktorchered cry, the battered soul sadly gave in,to the witchcrafts power, that torned it, like a dragonworms twin,it ripped into several elements,as chords of string instruments,

. . . ta-tah-twang-Damm! Ta-tah-twang-ta-tah-twang-Damm!. . .

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. . . ta-tah-twang-Damm! Ta-tah-twang-ta-tah-twang-Damm!. . .

that were tugged for much too long,never to play again, a tweetsweet song,or even a single dingdong tone,just to stay forever all alone.

. . . ta-tah-twang-Damm! Ta-tah-twang-Damm! Ii-iiihara-Dammraah!

The bridge of life from which our deep fall started,from which we went to the ground of the departed,soon it is only a tiny match far behind in the air,stretching from one shore, to the other, in sad affair,

. . . Dammraah! Da-dah-Dammraah! Da-dah-Dammraah! . . .

Nonetheless we are merry joyful on this sword−day,when the hour of wolves comes with its cheerful way,when we rush hopefully the black pit of invisible depth down,that was by nobody ever measured, nor will it be ever known.

. . . Damm-da-ahaa-da-damm-da-ahaa-dtdt-dtdt-damm-da-aha-sosch . . .

The fall feels pretty sweet to our clear mind,although the whistling wind, is not our kind,in our ears it rumors deeply,as it goes down very steeply.

. . . ahaa-dtdt-dtdt-ahaa-dada-damm-dam-da-ahaa-da-dam-ahaa . . .

It is so sad, to think, that on the shores left behind,people are remaining of every brand and some kind,but they do not have the courage just to follow,so they will stay forever shallow and hollow!

. . . da-ahaa-dam-da-ahaa-damm-ahaa-dam-da-ahaaaa-dtdt-dtdt . . .

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. . . da-ahaa-dam-da-ahaa-damm-ahaa-dam-da-ahaaaa-dtdt-dtdt . . .

As long as our most precious mind is not taken,bones shall be splintered, souls shall be shaken,we do not care for which path opens up in the heist of lifes twist,we even go through the blackness of barrowfog and shadowmist!

Raah-viviving-raah-viviving-raah-viviving-dada-dada . . . . . . Dammm!

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