Caricamento in corso...

you suck dry my will to live

Fearful symmetry
Confusion with the poetic spirit

How you suck dry my will to live
How you bring bottled despair
For a project into your delusion,
Because meddling with another river
You can, getting a fake tourism tiger,
Innocent and sad, a prey for the weak,
 
Those who convince themselves
Whose “míope” regard saw a tiger
Tiger tiger, burning bright, one turned off
So sad for being part of a race that breaks
 
Breaks beauty and strength,
A race that torture and submit
A people of fake Apex predators
Nor predators but cattle,
Warn off animals taken to limit.
 
All those horrors history cannot admit
So I am horrified by my fiend, but don’t submit
While regarding that monster
In the rear view mirror
Appearing closer than he is.
Altre opere di M Genth...



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