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The loud sound was
from conscious spirit. Ephemeral
was the war of legality.

This transcends the fear
waiting to happen for holocaust
to destroy the fertility.

Inferno will not burn
you. Your cult of undying, healing
fast, becomes the history of the iron pillar.

It was all blood
burning the lake, when no human
thinks. You invoke a kind end.

A pure divine shrine
unmasks. I aver to worship you
again super massively

You are not my dust,
not my agni. Still the stars look
down to see my stolen gems.

Upbeat-the brutal moon,
possessed of my love, makes the water
blue. We are drinking light.

A white horse jumps
into fire. This is insanity. A revenge of
tall fig trees to discover non-violence.

The colossus sleeps, afraid
of red ants. A black pain creeps into the
milk of feeding mothers. Son was not sun.

About the truth I don't
want it to be paused. This will abort
reality and fantasy will rule.

Will you become a lion
man or lion woman? Man eaters are
roaming the streets of the cities.

The meridian is holding
the power. Only kindness can wipe
off the dried blood from the walls.

What it was not, the answer
to an everlasting question.
Where are we going?

What was the abstract
of killing a song of the heart of the galaxy,
when the world was busy counting the deaths ?

Our assets turned violent,
the bandage was weak. Can you draw
the limits of alphabets?

Ingenuity will not
invite volatility. It was too good.
The naked moon takes revenge.

You embrace the suffering
and love the caress of nightfall.

You want a crash at the end once more.

Ah the smoke of some
burning pyre hurts you. Are you
afraid of white ash. From here phoenix rises.

Smelling the blood was a
craze of my hidden love of your
first thorn of broken heart.

I remember you should
not have been straight like a sea horse
swimming in water to bend the sea.

Your charity of thoughts
makes the water of your eyes muddy.
They had been making dirty bread.

Your fear. It hovers,
filling the emptiness. Am I going
to knee, midway at the waterhole?

There was no difference
between humans and their ancestors..
Why does the man break? Put out the fire.

The beauty of darkness
invites the Orpheus. Can your
recitative will save us one day?

A wilted thought of white
rose wants to have the smell of pink.
But blood would not agree.

Bigfoot intervenes. Pain
was forever. The moony separation
becomes green. Words cry.

Between fire and man
there was no fear of god who watches
the war of land and blood.