The moon was moving
stealthily in wilderness...

Tonight moon was
gliding like a swan...

The living dead are going to
ask for the right to be...

One unthinkably hostile debate
started in a colosseum...

The sellout of an identity
was complete...

Where do
I go in dark...

The winged sex of the
module/wants to stay naked...

When besieged by
shooting, the word kills word...

You call an all night truce
of all stripes in moonlight...

Colored truth,
becomes a hot balloon...

A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was...

In half-moon
you have been crying inside...