There is a whole mountain

And a river runs through it

If you split my mountain wide

You would find many rivers



Among flocks of non-white doves

And non-temptable mortals

The kingdom is much more real

And the beauty is endless



Only when tightened beyond recall

Is your necklace a blessing

Leave your pearls in the sea

You undeserved bitch

You are not worthy of such a treasure



My hand on your heart, I know there is a beating

In this oh so bleak landscape

There are many mountains

... but not so much water.



My kingdom