In a moon city
will you distill...

Crossing the burning barriers,
you take a fatal jump...

The show must go on.
Under a sable cloud...

A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault...

There was a big question. Why
one was not raped...

I asked the suicide bomber,
"why you want to throw yourself...

How can you talk to the moon
when the trees were watching...

They were decapitated
in winter...

Changing thoughts
were creating chaos in frenzy...

Now I am used to
betrayals...

Tell me, is it not pathetic
that we keep on drifting...

A black swan was worried
about the debt slaves...