Smoke arises from corpses
despising things that I hate.
Two horses colliding,
fires united for the final fate.
Fifty, becomes five as told by the state.
One becomes two when head hits the crate.
No more.
Nothing left to debate.
whether or not to use the bait.
It was left for levitation to escape
as nail and teeth do fall away.
The way I feel about you,
I penned to show you.
Love the five horizons exploding around me.
Three of them free
and two bought somehow.
