And when you're in heat
The moon weaves labyrinths of violet wool
And I hang around your neck like an old man in love.
Disappointed.
An old man who spends loneliness on your spines
which are made of titanium.
Winning heaven
does not depend on laws,
Because believers will also burn in hell
if they corrupt the "spirit".
The murderer is a criminal,
and rational suicide,
Self-destruction is a natural right
And revenge on the wicked
It is the paradox of the righteous.
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