The ant that thinks to bomb its kind Forgets there exist danger which needs battalions What is the cause of murdering minds? What is the payment: Of sending souls Into the dark Of crocheting minds to think so dark Of mirroring deaths without a mark Of rearing dogs to hunt same dogs? Sad sad sad […]
We were like flowing rivers Free Worshipping through nature Matters of guns, bombs and brutal killings were rare Until our arms embraced Our minds did lace Our traditions turned mud And washed ashore Alien worshippings II Did we not know That their teeth will one day seek blood? Did we not know That their thoughts […]
The headache has become a brain tumour. Now it shows. I see, and you see Great abysmal monks in an abbot of a bush Effortfully breaking rules, adopting girls for pleasure Reeking of self-loath and awakening poignant fears In wombs and abdomens of earthly human makers All in the name of faith and selfish desires. […]
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