helpless with the stars in my thighs
i've been struck down, devoured
now i will only see the skies
this prison's hypnotising smell makes me forgive them
for their undeclared arrest
it looks accepting can't you feel them
inviting you to be their faithful guest
pretend to notice only nothing
for only nothing speaks the truth
when you have been deprived of laughter
you learn you kill you learn to youse
your gods have sent me off their resignations
and now you will decide what's wrong or right
i have accepted this eternal question
now i can kill-i have a right
in vain rejoicing in my dream sights
in vain i celebrate the sun
in pain i  spread my faulty flesh for your eyes
please give me shelter-lure me with your gun.

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