AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA


Cult Of The Sun - Poem by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA

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sun is –
the last
Fuhrer

beasts are –
only the members of
the Party

only the flight and
freedom of
birds!

let
all angels
die

there is
no tinge of
“good”


there is
no tinge of
“evil”


there is
no tinge of
“human”


nothing but!
the battle of!
butterflies!


return back What
Is above
God


Dao is
happy for
nobody


shit of
the bees is above
Buddha


wounds of
the lamb are above
Christ


it’s time to!
revive as!
a worm!


it is the worm that is
the revived
flower


black butterfly is
for the sake of
white butterfly


white butterfly is
for the sake of
black butterfly


let!
all! die!
angels!


here It is
The Last
Mystery:


the sound of wings
of Started
Butterflies


must
kill
the god


must
kill
the world


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 4, 2011


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