Aug 2020
Empty refugees
To see uninhabited cities all night, with only our bowed, penitent heads facing. When stomaching refugees live across streets and their homeland is the unknown insecurity of existence: Survival by day at all costs, and its universal response, painful golden treasures have been shed instead of trees, autumnal, rich scales!
I knew ghosts roaming villages, and the dim, hollow-eyes were like extinct crater stumps with only the tangible, lining indifference of Nothing. - In the sheltered captivity of the valleys, the city was still expanding - man: with a bag of potatoes, food, and soap water, he pays more for unattainable and general hygiene than for others to drink deratuned alcohol because of their weak will: Their will is weak and weak!
Their vulnerability is universal and expanded, their state of being is still the same: because it is timely and because they have broken ashore ships without the shackles of society! Yes! How did mistakes be made? More than likely! But why shouldn't there be a second chance for those who voluntarily undress their shady and fragrant mockery and from now on they will be good and obedient?
The stars were now in tears of blood, and the universal wolf's tooth of the Times had crouched, and the vengeful outsiders had stigmatized the vengeance of icicles! After all, in Life, when someone steps forward a lot, they always jump into pitch black. And can we not even know what we want: to respond with suicide to the treacherous Injustices,
or only the vicissitudes of life, the helpless everyday life, force out of us the lived, irreversible pains.
To see uninhabited cities all night, with only our bowed, penitent heads facing. When stomaching refugees live across streets and their homeland is the unknown insecurity of existence: Survival by day at all costs, and its universal response, painful golden treasures have been shed instead of trees, autumnal, rich scales!
I knew ghosts roaming villages, and the dim, hollow-eyes were like extinct crater stumps with only the tangible, lining indifference of Nothing. - In the sheltered captivity of the valleys, the city was still expanding - man: with a bag of potatoes, food, and soap water, he pays more for unattainable and general hygiene than for others to drink deratuned alcohol because of their weak will: Their will is weak and weak!
Their vulnerability is universal and expanded, their state of being is still the same: because it is timely and because they have broken ashore ships without the shackles of society! Yes! How did mistakes be made? More than likely! But why shouldn't there be a second chance for those who voluntarily undress their shady and fragrant mockery and from now on they will be good and obedient?
The stars were now in tears of blood, and the universal wolf's tooth of the Times had crouched, and the vengeful outsiders had stigmatized the vengeance of icicles! After all, in Life, when someone steps forward a lot, they always jump into pitch black. And can we not even know what we want: to respond with suicide to the treacherous Injustices,
or only the vicissitudes of life, the helpless everyday life, force out of us the lived, irreversible pains.
