and if you are dead, you are sleeping
forgive and forget
asleep, fall asleep
you are going to feel it
and lose it
you are going to find it
in a bird's beak
in a mumia's coffin
there is too much tea in your stomach
there is too many spices in your clavicles
voice is as sweet and sour as a pomegranate
grate my soul (create my soul)
pluck it out of my body
and grate it
and then sprinkle it onto your meal
my soul will fuse as a cheese
it will fuse in your body
why are you so confused?
liquate
liqud
hide in the reed and pray
cover your hait with satin
so now
you are ready
to DIE
DIY
don't forget you are sleeping
don't forget to forgive
w e l c o m e
an ode to the victim
© Copyright: Саша Чорна, 2013
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