Sunday, 10 May 2015


let me emerge from my failures,
don't trap me in the cocoon
of artificial dream, your
world has limited
lap, my look
do not
any resistance, I'm the connate
insurgent, in every era, my
soul calls the invocation
of freedom, do not
try to wrap me
with the
pseudo ethics which confuses - -
the persona, let me to free
from all gyp of man
made religion,
the pages
of history are dipped in blood, do
not show me the path of fib -
paradise, my deity exists
in the depth of wet
eyes - -

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