2 december 2021
Dead Lips
Flesh by flesh
bone by bone.
I am tired of your religion.
The fake rituals―
to anoint the sins.
Meanwhile someone will execute
the pollen heads.
Blackbirds will come
and go in the corridors
of power to get the plums.
After a murderous day
slowly the moon
rises, to wash out the
dark stains of earth.
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bo jak wtedy jest nas wszędzieEva T.
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Jedno pióro jest ptakiemEva T.
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