when light is deem
when the star is obscure
when the sun sets at noon
every smile around you is a rose
or what a cute snake you say
soft thorns are your pillow
you enjoy the kiss of Dalila
you shake the hand of Judah
machiavel is your best friend
oh everest, how giants you're
oh sahara, how vast you're
can you be conquered
oh cute little snake, you have grown to be an anaconda
you have swallowed my precious
I'm paralyzed
I need a doctor
I need the doctor
I need the specialist
son of David, you shout
everest has blocked my way
the sahara want to be my grave yard
everything, everyone is machiavélique
I redeem my trust in man
you shout again and again
oh Lily of the valley,
the bright morning star
I have speared your heart
I have trusted the architecture
not the architect
I have trusted authority
not the giver of authority
you tear, again and again
you bleed again and again
before the Lily, joy of the father
then you rejoice,
for he that duels with you,
is the comforter, restorer
©poetics
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