The snow powders the forest ground
with calm and rest
But, then!
I see a ridiculous animal
that survived by bad luck
sneeze in minor and major
here in our only nature
On borrowed time with stolen shoes
in an imaginary fight inside you, like:
Tears without meaning
Sorrow without love
Hate without gladness
When all you own is betrayal
and wonder why everything is wrong,
then, then, then, then, then, then, then, then
you shall love those who kill you,
lie away truths and facts,
demand the right of your meaningless life
to be a pitiful ridiculous animal
*
I am completely open-minded.
Knowing all too well which prejudices are true
and not
and know that:
A baby lamb shitten out in a stable
cannot become a horse god.
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