7 february 2020
Nobody Can Say
Wearing raw beef,
speaking Buddha,
it was real time in dystopia.
I was wondering,
how to cheat life.
Crypts were empty.
Think, keep quite,
I would say, watching
the river go by.
The feral look, will
teach you suffer. There
was no ending.
Half-bird, half-mount―
You carry the burden
of undoing nemesis.
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