God is an ethicall entrepenour The dice are poliamorous The game is anti fascist

Has the eyes capture, the soul softly dances Enchanted trance, dissolving in dark fairy's curves Dreamland hypnotic skin, creates magnetic ressonance Soft fields of pleasure deep, erect the silence we would caress in

If I call you beautiful, I am objectifying your body If I call you smart, I am objectifying your mind If I call you spiritual, I am objectifying your soul Maybe you want to erase adjectives from the human language Or pretend we all look the same, think the same, and feel the same Perhaps if I call you ugly, dumb, and dry you will get anoyed But I still have eyes, ears, heart, and prefer truthfullness to your friendship Hope one day you understand the only philosophy is truth

Dissolving crazy entangled mind of ansiety labyrints Just took a pill, and return to nature Ease finally came, rest, peace entering Natural feeling, storm disapearing Buterflying inside, small movement Beauty inside living

They had no right to this They bombed the collective mind They destroyed the inside of our cities I see the damage they did Amidst the rubble of heads on shoulders They who plant insecurities They who bombard with lies Who blind with absurd proposals That dress up mistakes as if they were good things They want to take away our humanity Only to pretend they are getting rid of another plague You politicians who feints towards the abyss And your friends from the companies of unjust death Even if our response wasn't enough When you find yourselves alone with yourselves You will quickly wish for the end A society of polished monsters has a yogurt expiration date A city of only sadists ends with everyone dead A conversation of three lies ends with a shot for hearing the truth A map that is a trick ends up falling You are not worth the shit that the pigeon gave to the dress of the girl who was playing I will be intolerant of your fascism until death And I prefer to state this rather than fall into the pretense that there is something correct in the word Without even realizing it, they are swallowing macabre editions of the dictionary They end up in disarray and division for no longer understanding the words And they claim to agree with genocides from within and without I live in Lisbon, but this seems like the Gaza of thought, agreeing with Israel I lost the girl who ran away with the lying fascist He has a computer in his head and stolen karma in his phallus He lies after using contradiction to deceive He who replicates worthless books because they seem to work And who rejects the obvious resemblance to manuals of destruction She said she liked him even if in another dimension he went to bed with slaves I lost the respect I had for that fairy I just wanted to tell her that she is being deceived And that along this path they will drain the brilliance that still in this life exists I prefer to die hairy, atrophied and stupid than to go drink consolation in the gim of your fire cow