The one who sees
The one who goes
The one who kills
The inner ghost
The one who crawls
The one who flies
Above the laws
Among the lies
Oh this a riddle
Without clues
And as expected:
Here starts the blues.
The lord of ashes
The fallen god
The god of assholes
With unplayed card
The lord of dummies
That hides the sick
behind the money
He's strong and slick.
You cannot win and
He cannot lose
It's so simple
He makes the blues.
a spoiled water
an abrupt change
eternal wanderer...
seeks the revenge
With loaded gun , ah!
and phantom limp
fata morgana!
the broken limb,
The flying Dutchmen
The gorgeous duke
He lights the torch and
he tries to look
But what he sees is:
an awkward goose
this cracking sounds ,
that kills his blues.
Sol Invictus Blues
© Copyright: Гоша Гольдберг, 2014
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