And in the presence of that evening
charged with meaning and with stars
I opened for the first time to the tender indifference of the world

as if my great anger had purged me of all evil
emptied me of everything of hope in finding it so like me
beyond control and ability so fraternal and in the presence of that evening
charged with meaning and with stars I opened for the first time
to the tender indifference of the world
I withheld beauty so that all would be complete
so that I could whisper a new song and fell less alone
I gave up my insides and the only things left for me to hope
for there will be many smiling people
looking on the day of my execution
and that they would welcome me with
cries of hate as if my great anger had purged me of all evil
emptied me of everything of hope welcome me with cries of hate