Filled Up

I am a wessel

Nothing more or less

Filled with the garbage of our time

It’s hope, fantasies and illusions

I act upon what I understand

I bully myself upon the belief

That our unfortunate is

And that failure should

Be punished by death and misfortune

The religion of our times

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