'' I am the holy spirit ! I am the sound mind ...
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death in the octagon always wins .
You're waiting for the judgment
handed down by puppets dressed
in black priestly robes !
Presley sings the '' Jailhouse rock ! ''
Once I 've become a beautiful angel ,
we'll meet again to settle this old score...
blending into the scenary I'm waiting for you
in the enchanted rainbow that carves
razor sharp arabesques ...
The moonbird bears my wound .
I'm no longer that jester at the foot of the throne.
You hate me ,but my calmness scares you .
I am your reflection ...
The hallway speaks to me like a good old friend .
he's the only one who understands me .
This world rejects artists .
We often talk about the randomness of life
when we should be thinking about the benefits
of ending it all ...
All of you will follow me down the hellsway .
I am a good guy,but people don't take time to know me .
My calling was to be a gardener and to pull out
the weeds that hinder the hard work of the honest bees.
The hive must rest in peace .
I like what is right .
In the sink ,I watch a blue fly go crazy and get swept away
by the whirlpool .
I rescued her once ,so that she would feel the weight of sin...
I show compassion- I didn't clip your wings ...
There isn't much to do in this backwater ,
so I find solace in religion !
In my solitude philosophers be a great source
of comfort to me !
I like Martin Buber and Adolf Hitler .
The human soul carries within it a seed of indecency
in the form of a sanity mask ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 9th, 2026 10:58
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