Idris El Asha
Needles: Punch Lines - Poem by Idris El Asha
Pray god, for your enemy not to be a coward.
Soldiers of the world …. Desert.
Jesus! you crucified us.
Donate blood, don't shed it. Or else, shed tears.
If you can't lie, shut up.
'I am a coward.' Only a brave heart can say that.
Freud! Your delusions are plausible.
Get away from evil, and sing to it.
Dominate, or be dominated upon.Temporize, compromize, or get out of the game.
The west is the best, very true.With some help from the east.
Matter is the excrescence of the spirit.
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