Ugliness in pink flakes elopes with a terrorist.
Sun bleaches the black scorn
muscles ache with cramps.
Full moon peeps through the veil of branches.
Eucalyptus sways in majestic conception.
Time to exude honey. A perfect discrimination against the trees.
A painful ulcer on tongue bleeds,
pure as the malignant pain.
I will not talk about existence.
The shadow of god crops up.
Foolish dolls play the game.
Subjectivity has frills to counter the drive of madness.
Anguish becoming responsible to deliver
the particles of imagination, which move faster than death.
Future of man was in peril.
