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domingo, 15 de agosto de 2010

Sator

I spit on thy rules
   I piss on them
Vulgarity
my new name
   Anarchy
   my religion
        Vengeance
         my one rule
My tormentor I beseech thee
Dear tormentor I love thee
Thy mind I see
Thy heart... ?
My heart bleeds.
My cure, my disease
Your disease, your cure
          Eyes of green
lanterns of faith
          Eyes of me
hollowing depths         
I see thee through decaying silver
You see me through a peeping sliver
Narrow
small
compact
loathsome

2 comentarios:

  1. I felt like that once, but it turned out to be gas...

    BTW: Be careful abolut pissing on rules...they piss back.

    ResponderEliminar
  2. Geesus Brian xD its suposed to be a sensitive poem jajaja xD.... btw haven't u been able to log in to the blog?

    ResponderEliminar