Hellelujah
Ada Veen


Hellelujah is an anthem ofLove and Death, that dont exist without each other. If you translate this text into the music language, it will be like dark jazz and post-punk. If you dont feel music and take personally everything concerned with religion this book is not foryou. It is for those who can sacrifice and love and who thinks that these are the same things.





Hellelujah

Ada Veen



Ada Veen,2016

Egon Schiele, illustrations,2016



Created with intellectual publishing system Ridero




InAMiddle OfSomewhere


Inamiddle ofsomewhere, inamiddle ofnowhere. What is nowhere? My bed is sinking indark water. Iclose my eyes. Ifeel sick. Im obviously sick. Your charges, my changes. Apologize, another vice. Sinking, sinking. Thinking, thinking. Dying, dying. Darling, darling.

Let there be shadow. Let there be light. Grief, come tome. Take me, save me. Sing the forgotten song. Nowhere is aplace where youll never feel the pain anymore.

Not hallelujah, but hellelujah. Im not looking for redemption. Sinking, sinning. You taught me that, and what youve done? You taught me that, and took my hand, and pull me deeply down. You freak me out, you turn me inInever could imagine; religion inthis region never be aheartfelt action.

Timebomb. Crush. Burst. Everything you love will be buried under the fabric ofthe time. Dont get attached toyour home and things you keep so aflutter. It all will be deprived, will be never revived, and ruined with glitter and clutter. Dont touch our souls, we already know that Love is afriend ofDeath; sweet spasm is divine red wine and Iwhine, Ihear just your breath and mine. Dont think Im afraid; you know Iwas made ofstrongest shatterproof glass. You live for ajazz, for kicking against and sleeping with prettiest lass.

The freedom is holding and squeezing my chest, cant say Iknow what todo. Ive been so light-minded, Ive lost the last chance for living and dying too. My wishes are sinking indangerous stream and never will rise again, and even the most terrifying dream is better than anguished span.

Dark, dark water. The happiest people are those who got nothing. Your home is aplace where youre waited. At night you can hear how your life passes by. How you pass byyour life. How you get lost. How kids are moaning and screaming inembrace ofholy dark, how they will find home under ceiling ofblackest accursed heart; how devils are breathing and grinding their nails inthe tender skin, how smile on the face your mind inturns into the creepy grin; how you can lie here forever, and how you can lie inface alive! Im alive! youre raving, and here comes your disgrace.

So get up and take your Bible and your artificial gun, and shootem all once, and double now devils are fully gone.



Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you alot for your attention, now our troupe have tosay goodbye, but we love you, we love everybody inthis hall, yes, we do and do you know that inaone language the word troupe means corpse, do you find it funny? Now were going away with the sounds ofKalman, our ballerinas dead, our clown turned into amaniac, following the classical script do you find it funny? Sure, we have ablind musician, and the cleaner pushes him into the lions cage, but hes alright, ladies and gentlemen, hes alright.




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