Grief is
for the geniuses
Who create
beauty in their pain
Sorrow
arouses several sparks
Which we blame
on the insane
A heavy
heart leads to creation
Complex feelings,
bitter and blue
Are the ingredients
for inspiration
Despair is
on the artist’s menu
What happens
if trouble melts away
And all
of a sudden joy appears
Cheerful colours
substitute the grey
Hope and
light replace all fears
Will the
artist continue his work at all
His feelings
light and free of despair
Or will
he wait till summer turns to fall
So that the
pain will be able to prepare
Prepare the
power of the beaten heart
Darkness shoots
right into your soul
Therefore
the makers of the greatest art
Are bound
to burn and lose control
To help
them God has created alcohol
He has
invented drugs and seduction too
Those are
the golden rules of rock ‘n roll
A custom
for the creator - but of great value
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