Dear mister pope,how many lives ago
did you lost this essential part
of the heart?
The Mirrormachine says: ”God’s Bride is back!”
Don’t talk to me about Pride,
a little helpless Sister
she is six months and three days old
is dying of AIDS
and is broken in pieces for a long time
she was raped by a crocodile the other night
to protect the interests of modern life,
the insurance of medical health care
for the old corpses.
What about the shaman daughters
lost in the cheapest chemical alcohol
to still their hunger,
begging for a few coins
to have their little children drunk
in the backstreets of our holiday,
while you’re waiting
well protected from the angry crowd
to make a perfect snapshot of the last lion.
Government of France
going to build more nuclear plants
they will be in Chinese hands
to make more colourful plastic toys
for poisoned little girls and boys.
Revolution is deep inside
you can’t hold back the next step
a natural evolution,
it blends perfectly with the light
this stardust mystery
hope it will get US on the right track.
The Garden of Seasons
our solid ground,
the work already has been done
so lend a hand you have the ability
to RESPONS
it is a celebration of the One
rob leaning against the mirrormachine2007-11-26
(an African saying: “The World is no inheritance of our ancestors she is a loan granted by our children.”)
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