He stretched out his arms
In the light of the mourning sun,
Rays twinkling between his lungs
Like the smile of a bleeding statue

A snowflake landed on his chest
Carrying a tiny kingdom that cannot rest
Until they fall
From icy fogs

Twinkle and whisper your history
Corpse-smile of a silent symphony;
It has spread it's wings
Left alone and ready to spin

Chernobyl is calling him back again
Industries moan of void
Morning while walking celluloids
Fill out their forms with drinks
To go
Work
Again...

Soft, purple, aquamarine fears, falling flesh,
Tears
Of a child;
Shape a ship-shaft box
To fill in emptiness with our
Black celluloid.

Let there be light
And there was a sparkle
For undead to behold
The nothing inside all...

His tissues are starting to fall
Better take a run
To the station;
Took his hand that lay next to his feet in white sand,
That part has already fallen
Back in the years golden

One was walking the Golgota
Carrying the crucifix of stagnation
Of debate and mental evasion
Crave for revolution...

Others held on a burning flag,
Raping this land,
Visceral blossom,
A perfect bank
Of mutating bacteria

Transform into silversnake
Neomagnetic medicine...

He doesn't want to die-
To be contained in a wooden box
And buried in a garbage-pile
Not like his ancestors...

Cherish away my agony
Little crimson lily,
Look, what have you done to us
We are the offspring
Of a degenerate Mickey Mouse.

His dog lead
The way
Without a head;
That which it left
Ahead

Show my path of dark rosary
My cunning boy!
He has lost his eyes
Long ago.
Blind businessmen
Consumed his pair of diamonds
And have stolen
His bed

You are all
Beautiful
To me

'Trapped in a present that never stops passing,
Here lives the incantation of matter
A language forever.

Like a flame burning away the darkness
Life is flesh on bone convulsing above the ground.'

Home...