Yesterday is a ghost
plunged into an amnesia
that never forgets .
Begin to pray when mister harmonica
steps ou of the shadow .
Here ends in elsewhere
for a few extra bucks in the gut ...
A past that never fades .
Future with no beginning ,
belongs to me ...
Word in inverted coma .
Hajulellah .
The lie disguised as faith
beholds its own truth
in a deceptive mirror .
Terminal illness of the soul
that finds redemption in a fatal dead end .
At midnight in a lethal urban twilight
a schizophrenic faces his own sentence ,
looking for meaning in the riddle book .
Between divine and hell ,
there are no gold or devil.
Passengers only ...
Gunfighter,before boarding charon's boat
let the undertaker to make a list
of all your sins ...
Sexual schemes devoid of emotion...
Mummies have no momentum in love.
where every silence weighs heavily than a crime.
Corpses in pain wandering in the rain...
Programed in the secure unit ,
the ritual killer dreams
of the virgin's sensual moisture...
even before the last- instant photographer
snaps the shot ,everybody's already encoded
in the alghorithm's workings...
Hajulellah .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2026 11:04
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Comments4
The boundaries of the soul you shall not find, no matter which path you tread.
A cyberpunk manifesto !
good write. enjoyed it
Immersion into the collective unconscious .
Hallelujah in Fortran or Cobalt maybe DAS very nice my friend
Yet another work with a redemptive character .
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