There are cigarettes butts where put out
And.. 'Black Train' doesn't hold, but..
The sins of the flesh!
There are no gates toward
East but only..
Wind gates and ghosts of the elderly
And.. freedoms where tied with filthy fear
And.. shackles bread..!
I said: There are no words..;
My friend..
So why you toss in my way..
The silent faces..
Silent as the depth of the sea..? !
And..
Why you woke up at the moment
When I emptied the air from your lungs? !
There are no words..;
There are rickety bodies..
And clouds of smoke,
And..land wait for the return of absentee,,
In order to die!
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