How will you go from
moon to god? Sometimes I feel like
drinking hemlock. Easy to die.

But this is denying the
god. This thinking is very cruel. Preparing
for invasion? Are you ready to open?

Flowers are coming near the
flames. Who will call honey bees?
It will be a collective suicide.

The gender voice makes you
dumb. One more chapter is beheaded.
My pain comes silently to me.

What do we differ? A beautiful
finish of an era is over. When you faint,
someone chops away your thumb.

Between the cause and
violent hurts, you want justice for
all the souls who left peacefully.

I have no future, no
thoughts. You want to **** porcupines.
My star is trembling for an objective.

In the end, I will
start my life after breaking the shrine.
Truth always touches the feet.

I am taking revenge
on myself. The willow weeps. One day I will
not be able to save you my god.

I am the creator of
my pains to reach god with a
mirror. It becomes foggy.

How do you control the
words to hide the meaning of truth?
We secretly agree to **** the philosopher.

Why was your tone paralyzed?
I wanted to know how Socrates was
killed? Do we regret for hemlock?

Something remains unsaid.
Again my pain rises. My ******
thoughts move. A moo exits me.

Predators were coming soon.
The distance between stars was increasing.
I stop looking in the mirror.

I ask you to bend
the curves. I want to walk straight
to watch the rebirth of love.

My possessed belief
was cynical. May I ask a question?
Why do you escape from love?

You have to be true
and honest. There is a satan, and
a god in you. A black bird enters the bones.

Standing on a mosaic
of words you develop a glitch.
I was listening to my sparrows.

My eyes are shut,
your lips are sealed. Our nemesis is
same. You are formless. I try to touch you.

Being monotheist I
want to disappear to become footprints
of unbroken faith. Universal eyes?

There were few minds
to follow me. There was a question
creating turmoil. Why life ends?