Welcome to hell
a cursed vocation in a messed
up world, devoted to the
vomit of humanity. To see the living
kissing the dead, mocking
at himself, cracking the
mirror. That is life, absurd and strange,
few survive.
We are poets, breathing rancid air,
chasing after the wind, dancing to
no man’s beat.
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