donderdag 10 juli 2008

THE PURGING KISS

Timber!!
The tree falls
These days the plundering of the landscapes doesn’t get to me as it used to
Desensitized?
Yes we all have

We are purged
Pureed from compassion
Kissing the dagger
singing the songs already heard numerous times before

For what is it worth to see the stars when you don’t feel the stars?
For what is it worth living if you can’t live?

The dry bones
Rackety sounds
Prone are the meek
Droned are the meek
Pure are the weary
Compassion hidden so well deep in the machine
Slippery, slippery
Its wheels spinning round and round
Is this all?
So there’s nothing more than this?
I rather give the devil a kiss
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