The crossroads
The place where lovers let eachother go
The same spot where satan makes you do his work
All is holy and all is hell
At the crossroads
I stared down four lanes of barren waste
Where should I go to make my stay?
To the north a land of snow and sacrifice
To the west a land of desert and sorrow
The east was a land of holy god earth palace
To my south was a burning hellfire of sadomasochism and malice
All were nice but only one I could call home
To hell I descended without looking back
This was the place that I could live while being attacked
Not only be attacked but attack all who oppose
It does not matter
Who you are in this land of exile
Everyone is the same
I can live freely with no one to heckle my life
Only those who attack because they are getting attacked
That’s fine with me
I think I can take that
This is a utopia I speak of
Very little known about it though
Just head south until you reach
The crossroads
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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