What a stupid thing, vengeance

What a stupid thing, vengeance,

  The sharp look,

  The angered cry,

  All of the blood everywhere

    What a stupid thing, vengeance.



How it gives you such putrid fantasies,

How humanity turns to ash of itself,

    What a stupid thing, vengeance.



What a stupid thing, vengeance,

  And I wish I did not try

  To grab even the invisible sword,

  That a word remained a word, a deed a deed.

What a stupid thing, vengeance,



And the need that it inspired,

The need thirsting after the whole of nothing:

What a stupid thing, vengeance,

What a stupid thing, vengeance.



What a stupid thing, vengeance,

All the willingness to fight to dance,

All the chasing after quick shadows

And the self-mockery of thought,

    What a stupid thing, vengeance.



To be caught and ask to be caught,

To feel the net and toss about in the net,

    What a stupid thing, vengeance.



What a stupid thing, vengeance,

  When you forget its wherefrom,

  When the time has come

  But the thought turns thoughtless:

What a stupid thing, vengeance.



And to be burned alive for this!

To be burned alive for sheer thoughtlessness!

What a stupid thing, vengeance!

What a stupid thing, vengeance!