Death Of 'Change'
Limits of death
Its consecutive breaths
Subsequent halts
For a simple survival
Takes a lot from my mother
Little from my father
They both build none
Just another futility of their being
Fuck to multiply
Heads where desire is born
Multiply as well
One head, blue and green, grows
Lust and hunger-fast
We contribute to it
As unborn, born, repetitive children
We realize the maturity
That it has grown
As a rebellious man,
Critical and criticized leader
Post eras of defeat
Whose seeds, birth, deeds
Are a thousand year combined failure
He too learns, preaches,
Enlightens, within
His predestined limits
He stops a little after death,
Its ultimate forgetting
He stops when they fuck & fuck
Considering as 'nothing new'
He stops, slowly and gradually, with the
Age-long death of dissent
Oppressed voices, like
"Let's fuck now,
Birth, its consecutive worth
Both may escape the tragedy
If they don't delay"
La Virgen y las ánimas del Purgatorio (Virgin and the Souls in Purgatory) -- Pedro Machuca
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