The resurrected in night and fog
sowed nails on the city
mortar for the martyr !
body ,Mild temperature
mineral reincarnated carbon
bells chime,as flies dance ...
Hallelujah ! Hallelujah !
Dog is dead but it's remnants
continue to pretend compassion ...
It's western sunday !
In the square the pope flushes urbi et orbi !
Miracle for devotees ,molten lead for others ...
Ring jolly shoffar ,turn holy gaypride !
christ is back !
Stain of passion on it's battle dress !
In the red corrida cathedral
Torino celebrates calcio's great mass !
Charnel house sunday, channel fear ,
no goals for others ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2024 04:44
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Comments2
Tant de métaphores, mon ami. La poésie est une arme entre tes mains.
Poetry is a merciful dagger !
They can't even get the date right.
Data redemptor .
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