I was murdered
I was buried
They cry as they laugh
My blood
My laughter
Does anyone know the seriousness of an orange crucifixion?
My juice is leaking
The blade eclipses
Death bit into my neck
Heaven rejected me
Pen with violence
Backward, then forward. Fiercely grabbed, clanged in my throat.
They were loved
Windows through my mind
My coffin broke open
The preacher went missing
Too brave to handle bravery
My mouth was unable, too big to be buried with sandstone
Laughter, yelling
Same pen kisses papers
So loud that no one understands
Paranoid mouths
Biting broken glasses
Blood signatures dripping behind closed doors under dark suits
Handshakes in smiles
Cities in tears: to-dos troll
Men in suits
Laughter at funeral
Footsteps of after death
Whoever walks in the dark lights will get ropes of flowers around his neck
On our arms they took a nap
With our strength
Sticks and stones
Neither ink nor leather
Flesh and tissues
The moon fell in my stomach to leave the sky an immense darkness
©lamin
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