Thou Shalt


Anytime, anyhow, all time,
the shit-field surrounds you.
every day is a Ragnarok,
diligently waiting to unleash its
wrath upon you.
your mind too
bribes all the bones, the atoms,
the flesh, to put you into laziness,
to hide the cruelties of the daily rut,
trivializing the game of life.
seeing this,
hope hibernates,
the windows of your soul weep,
glaciers of courage melt,
the sliding doors of fear open,
the waves of pity rise,
to gun you…



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