Another day of
thoughts, to kill again,
Never spare to kill,
Black choice, white bargain
To let it go, no
effort no skill;
In the living, divides
in scores and tons
In the killing, there is
none!
Guilty
is my world lying deep in me
Can
I clear it all with insane ecstasy!
The will to kill, the wire’s
everywhere,
My ribs are stunned
with shocks and trapped in the air,
Guns in those arms,
they’re deaf still and stiff
Beings a while ago are
bodies in just a whiff;
Death takes the breath
away from the dead
Scarlet news that
purple, no step to stop the dread!
Guilty
is my world lying deep in me
Can
I clear it all with insane ecstasy!
My thoughts are in the
woods, and I am taciturn,
Raging thoughts I kill,
so they’d never return
I have the world with
me, in the little big I do
I will nil the
germs, in me brewing anew
Pictures paint in spasm,
in chapters closed for sure
Stillness alone will
stay in pages strong and pure!
Guilty
is but a word living dead in me!
Without
it in view, is the insane ecstasy
The world belongs to me. It is my
property. I will put hatred, anger, killings of all kinds behind me. There will
come a day, not so far away, when we'd get back to our natural self; Peace. I
will erase war, terror, horror from the face of the world; my world.
