Poezja

Just take from my empty carcass
what you need
those rhythmic rhymes
of secret animated thoughts
creeping through
the system
that you slave too
your greatest enemy is my bestest friend

to the end i'll see the beginining
the light is where
the angels are winning
in this game you're betraying
with your own ignorance

speak up to the salvation of your unmercififul sins
hypnotised by white light rings

spinning spinning
she has accepted the authority
she has accepted the will

its time to move onwards
she is nearly there
creeping into our intuition
to sit on our throne
her golden chair
on the second sun

the one you all once knew
grew like the tree of knowledge
that you eagerly search

just take it all
but there will always be another
and hidden will be the secret
no sister nor brother

no love no fate
no meaning to such crisply cut
rejuvenated
blessed dreams

no secrets
no secrets
no secrets

pontius pilates
never died.

but then again
he never tried.

LOVE IS THE WAVE TO ALWAYS RESIDE.