It was Thursday.
You cried fake
like cutting a onion.
You made your Last supper.
Judas had your smile
and you did not wipe the tears.
You enjoyed the game
of a fake smile and sob story.
Today is Sunday.
The crucified Christ is born again.
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Poslednja večera
Bio je četvrtak.
Plakala si lažno
kao da režeš crni luk.
Pravila si poslednju večeru.
Juda je imao tvoj osmijeh
a ti nisi brisala suze.
Uživala si u igri osmijeha i plača.
Danas je nedelja.
Okovani Hrist se ponovo rodio.
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