It’s a christian revolution
resurrection of the Christ
cause he is no longer stupid and blind
I will detonate those lies
with a rose blast
cause I can’t sleep at nights
In the realm of my prison
in my mind
I will detonate that fakeness of your lies
the whole squadron of the stars
the self-loving mirror gazers
of all kind
I will detonate the fakeness of your lives
There was a suicide planned for both of us but wasn’t executed
You are mental
Yes, you are
she said
You are just insane
Fidel Castro
Drag queen rebels
Transatlantic, trans-human
No, I am not a Vatican spy
And I’m sick of the insults
She added, typically upset
There is a deep hole
after your departure
Your velvety voice
was promising peace
You disappointed me
with your hostility
But now I am sitting here
In the district block
post-revolution
and not in Britain
Where I fell straight into the war
into the epicentre of the revolution
unknowingly
And I am bored
And I feel blind
Walking through the bushes
of lilies of the valley
without blinking
and everything seems meaningless in this matrix of things
And there is a new fire
whatever I touch
And people eating each other like animals
It’s the time of apocalyptic fury
on both sides
So let’s hide
Maybe forever
Let’s wait for the storm to end
And meet on the other side
When the slaughter is over
If ever
Still nothing about love, Virgin
just spikes and shiny steel
no dead people rising
no kisses
no warm
schizophrenic galaxy
boredom
lucifer is encircling me two days in a row
this week
it is stifling
lucifer on monday
another on tuesday
hope there will be rain
on wednesday
or at least
a rose, with spikes made of her
anger
there is no love in your galaxy,
virgin
expensive diamond skulls
jewellery
I have lost the meaning of waiting
for your sign
I’m lost
and buried
deep deep down
in a darkly underground
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