Madrason . Poems

If a crowd flushes in
to commit eternal ‘sin'
and burn their precious skin
into another dimension
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Denk maar niet
dat de domoren
ook doof zijn
in hun hoofden
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Het jeukt aan
het onverstand
men zoekt wat
om te krabben
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Sometimes truth plays hide and seek
with its shadow cast a far
in the light it shines too bright
sluggish as a jaguar
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For let me, just commit my felony
No, I don't need your sympathy
let that fellow for one moment die in me
can't you see it is all symphony
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