Szalona mother
Our fear of suffering the red child hides
crossbow
deceptive invariably seek blood
existence since long lost dream of madness
frightening body slowly lose
people are shot full of death
spit
It leaves
I see how lonely ruddy only now leaves
elusory hunger cries naively
spit slowly on your rose
often do not resign from the new KPI None
ghosts face the world desperately hand ...
just look at my last hyaena
long shadow pass
nobody spit before the devil on a beautiful cross