RE - A BELL - ION

Another --
round of claps,
while I stand
Naked --
Crucified.
The cross
Is my Alma Marta ^
They say/
RISE! let the war begin!
cuts on my palms,
dried +
maroon +
powder +
= blood.
So Samantha
lets rhyme
in world full
of
blinds.
Is your heartbeat,
Normal?
too fast?
too slow?
Death.
close and close --
so den do rings matter?
still the fights for the ring finger?
what about the invisible heart?
criss cross --
criss cross --
it is now almost a bruised bagel.
criss cross.
it is all worth it with a cunt.

Do i smile?
an emotion.
PLAGUE --
PLAGIARIZE
astound and fall upon.

again those claps!
nail my ears.
there are enough screams to last
within my intestines.
Morrow a lie,
sow the seed,
Despise.
Let it Be