Celebrating
the midnight at target shooting...

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

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

Now I am used to
betrayals...

Changing thoughts
were creating chaos in frenzy...

They were decapitated
in winter...

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

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

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

A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault...

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

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