Another Poem by Julio 2 Amarante

Another
A beautiful rogue A.I. nude except for an inverted cross,
A ship and humanoids a cross across her belly and sex
We may prelude a basic movie, predictable outcome, lex
Of minor effort, plane of minimum atrickt, who's the boss?

Only primitives like us operate in such hierarchical terms.

Can't you see?
Smell of competition,
A bet on tradition,
A killing spree.

I've beaten and humiliated in return for ropes and tree branches,
And as years passed the losing of another chances,
As today, isolated and resentful, above and under the social order
As a system I invoke chaos, preordained decay,
Planned obsolescence, every day another desaray.

A lonely bed, a inherent hate, surprise of awakening,
everyday alone, rogue, Bakuninian and shrinking,
My voice raising, my insolence unlimited, hope unfettered,
Everyone I deal I respect, as fawl as a murder sect.

No hay quem por mim reze, ni al menos una Ave Maria
E no me gusta imaginar otro amanhecer, solamente morrir,
Partir,
Per supuesto, partir para nunca nunca, nada mas, decir.,