Publié le par sneksnarc


God is not on the watchtower
From the horse’s mouth
He’s gone
The field is clear and complete
We’re not a part of
We sing
We’re the entire stuff
All together
We’re the light source
and the root of all evil

He’s gone
He’s selling chip-cutters and souls on the highest mount
Loving himself and in himself creating disability and fullwhite lifeless pages
To infinity
His last hope didn’t work
We went a long way
And got lost
The grass was greener on the other side
We found the second wind
Closer to the golden wing
The witness died
Ding dong
He still goes in vain


Publié dans poèmes

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