I can’t stand being without you, today
When the order of Satan is encircling you
To push you away
The blood ritual
Which makes me faint
Why the darkness is pressing you down
It sends needles down my spine
The nature doesn’t have to be made for death
Cristal waters
Green rivers
Little huts
Instead – bloodshed is coming from behind the border
Escape
No friends or rather
Friends-enemies
And I am myself
a friend-enemy
To myself and them
Could we escape?
Hide in the forest of Hamstead Heat
He doesn’t understand
Enough of poetry, I say
Poetry is for the cowards or those who cannot speak
Those strong personas
those narcissists
Are putting their heavy shoes on me
I hate them
I would like to go but I can’t
Cause I am seized by anxiety
like under the Russian invasion
It seizes me
What is a soul and what about it
It pulls me into a murky pond. No!
Just stay still and wait
How can we stop the tornado of hate?
Let’s make a hedge
A nice hedge sparkled with magic,
a hedge nobody can’t kick
neither be a Russian or an Ukrainian
A beautiful hedge
With no crossings
A labyrinth for the mind
Take of your heavy shoes
Back off to your polygon
You bastard
It’s a sanctuary
I hate you
I do I do I do
As if being down-to-earth
is diminishing our souls
as if it was an insult to us
to degrade to the earthiness and materialism
myopic day-to-day
no, we can’t live like that
but what are the alternatives
only to daydream
in a confused fantasy
the option is the inability to be free in this unfreedom
cause we were not born rich
cause the Russians took our things
and killed our souls with stones
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