I could never be green
Although I saw light of life in your eyes
Eternal happiness is held in the branches
Is it good to give up love so much?
You have swallowed fire without question
Rooted in the body, get the current
You gave handfuls of food to the hungry
This planet full of life air is also your gift.
Yet the forest cries silent meadow
Those who live in your flesh and blood
Without you there is not a single drop of light
There is no point of life in those who are in the sky
They have debt
There are bloodless killing contests
And your friendship is colorful
Singing doom on a dead boat…
Raw tea
Raw tea
pressing the throat of the mug
against my lips
Shame! Shame!
said ‘The color of the blood is now metallic-black
the color of the sky changes,
blue with shame and red with fire.
At this time, the innocent morning is dying on hunger strike.
I close my eyes
Light sits in the balcony of the eye
dim and blinking
silent
The door of darkness opens
I see that death is happy and
life is in a blender.
Denying one’s uterus, the fetus will never see again earth’s soil
The stake is full
The cock is full of sensual maggots
They eat the body
Pulls the vagina out of the body
Drinks it
Destroys it and
At the end of the festival, the trolly is full with dead femoral artery.
Although then
The burner flares up again
The words of judgment are baked in the oven, and
We sit with our backs to the light
Twenty-one drops without a glass
Hoping for the reddish raw tea…