Wartime Walk

Running for my life

It is early in the morning

The first day of the war

I am sweating

The blood in the gutter

And all the bodies

Still warm torned apart

Bloodless white skin

I have no time

Time ended today

Still time is important

If there is any chance

We might make it

But the truth is

It is too late

Bad Times

Come and join me my friends

Hell on earth is here

Suffering has no end

It goes on and on

No stop, no hesitation

Just enjoy your powerlessness

Sunshine storage, life storage

I will be

Waiting for you to get your dream

Crushed so that we are on

The same level of humiliation

Cross hatred

In the end

Hatred will

Catch up with you

Hatred is a great reason

To keep alive

Staying fit

Like amfetamin it kills

You from the inside

Destroying your life

Emotions and soul

Be careful what happens

Then

How is it going to be

Thorny Paths

The landscape is barren

And the road is narrow

No one around

Only you and your mind

Your thoughts

Running around

Like wild beasts

That are

Leaving the peace

And entering the

Zone of war

In your mind

All the things that you should have done

And here you are on the ground

With nothing around

Time and time again

You are a loser my friend

But it does not matter

In the longer run

Being

Waking up is a meaningless

Interruption of a dream

Being a wake is a form of suffering

Given to us as a punishment

For some unknown sin

Maybe we never happened

Being a chimera

Viewed by other

Chimeras


The Reason of Being


Feeling happy

Driving at night in the empty city

The chimera of dependence

will soon be gone

As a hallucinogenic

Nightmare

Because of a little stolen time

The short gray days has stolen

A energy and hope

The night offers great remorse

From the great illusions of

Debt and duty

Orange Dreams

I saw the future by mistake

In a dream

All the nightmares

Had come true

An orange wind blow

Through the land

Killing everyone in its way

The enemy efficient and cruel

Burned down and destroyed

Every life at hand

No more trees, no more peace

Only hatred and violence

Prevailed

The strategy was the scorched earth

Destroying everything in their way

Relentless I would say

Though they could not win anyway

Because the spirit of life

Had gone

They had to die

No matter all the money and power they had

They just died in a slower way

No one could get away

However much you would pay

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