Refuse
me waiting for a forgotten
once vast parade
we have wings,
flying in the rubbish
we have ideals, berries
darting all over the ground
we have horns
sprint in red cloth on the back of
us dream of horses
always hit the fence
this The world is full of shackles, and
there is energized barbed wire everywhere.
You have nowhere to escape.
You didn’t get caught.
Life has already registered a rope for
you. You yearn to have a castle, with a flag of freedom
or a hole in the ground, to put your fears,
but reality wears with red armbands
you expect illegal buildings is
no such thing as heaven
no such thing as hell
only this dull world, not allowed to run wild
is no miracle, no Bluebird
hope, abandoned in the street
that devaluation of the currency, no one to pick up
anger, smoky
I was hit by an iceberg and
defended against the void.
The iron crow proudly raised
my mouth. I waited for a
grand parade of oblivion .
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