sexta-feira, março 26, 2021

What never changes

Run afoot the flame, cold fire in separate horror.
Entail, all the stories, confusion and malice, the shock of ages that seems to put off the flame of existence.
Bury it, notify next of kin, only to find that nobody came to care, no profit, no loss.

Scream, avarice and gluttony.

We the distinguished dead, lay to pay entrance, two golden coins.
Note however the price has changed.
Note that we have come to a standstill.

Douse the flame with gasoline, get drunk on napalm.
All idiotic, craving down and carving in, the students of self-destruction.
Escalate the notion, the war was always our pact.

Charge ahead.
Cut the countless loses.
You never looked back.

Canvas overhead, bound and blind innocent.

Do you still know someone like that?

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