VIOLENT CRISIS A girl, age twenty-five, took drugs, was telling lies, had a man with the only sorrow: When to beat her - today or tomorrow! One time when she tried a counterstrike in the night she pulled the trigger while she cried, screamed loud - then he died. If we go on like this.. A violent crisis! Self-created sadness! There's no way out of this madness! She hid the body far away and hoped there it'd gonna stay. Later then she realized, that killing had a price. She had regrets about her life, couldn't sleep, was still his wife. Now watch her stand all ashamed. The man is gone - the fear remained If we go on like this.. A violent crisis! Self-created sadness! There's no way out of this madness! If we go on like this.. A violent crisis! Self-created sadness! There's no way out of this madness! <<< Zurück