Let me spice up your words
In a powerful way
to get your point
Written in this masterpiece.

Even Cockroaches fly
They wander alone in houses
Going back and forward
Never making one their own
It's normal u would try the same
Thats why u can't be loved

You play me like a fool
Like a character in story
In a twisted narrative
Waiting for It to end

I was the most beautiful Rose
That you never took care of
When you remembered me
You forgot that I akso peak
However you plucked and threw me
your blood rained down
In a beatiful crimson
Staining the petals of the other roses
I've turned blue in a garden of red

I'm the man of the island,
Eight floating pieces of land and Pico,
Which is the most beautiful island of all.
In Pico you can climb the mountain.
The tallest mountain in Portugal,
From the top you can see how much beauty Azores has.
And the beauty is all of us,
Without the others,
We wouldn't be called Azores,
Thats why we are Azoreans.

Mistakes are a proof that you are human.
If you "Ctrl. + Z" it just means you're a living being

War has changed...
It's no longer about nations, ideologies, or ethnicity.
It's an endless series of battles without meaning.
Fought by soldiers, machines and whatelse is at our disposel.
These wars left our world in chaos.
Creating, altering and destroying it,
the anthem is all it remains.

We meet at "discord"
over an IPv4 connection
Talking for hours through microphone
Your electronic smile has awakened,
a feeling that the CPU does not process
You entered my HDD with your virtual love,
which filled so much space of illusions in RAM,
So much that it gave Blue Screen

Enemies of ours that are on the ground
Hallowed be your troops
Come to us your resources
My will be done
Just like in and out of your village
The Wood, Iron and Clay of each day gives us today
Forgive us our attacks
Just as I did not forgive those who attacked me
And do not let us fall into traps
And save us from all treachery
To our king!!!

I remember my first sleep paralysis like it was yesterday
I would go to sleep and then I would fall asleep
In a matter of seconds I was floating over my bed
It was weird and scary back on the day
Since time past it kept getting worse and worse
At the point of becoming routine
I didnt nkow why I kept having those lucid dreams
So one day I decided to search on google
And i found that i had sleep paralysis
It didnt help much since I didn't nkow how to stop it
Today I still dont nkow why I have it
Is it normal? or maybe I have an evil spirit inside me
Who nkows?
Anyway
Since I have the gift
Why not use it to write a good poem.

There are those who wear masks to hide,
Those who wear masks to show us what they stand for,
to inspire,
to unite,
to define,
to strike fear,
There are those who wear masks to protect themselves.
And there are those who wear masks to protect us all.

I lost faith, hope and sleep.
My soul has awakened my REM (RAPID EYE MOVEMENT),
Where everything becomes a lucid dream
This is where the terror begins.
Aware,
Inhuman visions begin,
The shadows come close to me
Whispering my name,
I see a figure,
He tries to steal my soul,
My body unable to move,
Panic begins to set in,
Unable to breathe,
I try focusing in my getaway.
"Wake up"
I try to wriggle my toes.
In last despair,
I try to use the trump to my only salvation.
The phrase that kills all evil presences.
"Jesus blood has power"
That's when he screamed like there was no tomorrow,
A scary loud shout,
I've never heard anything like it.
It seemed like it was falling apart.
I just woke up.
Since that day I began to believe in Jesus and his power.