spiritual mutilations

In my present times I stopped searching for rhymes,

‘Cause The Spirit was lost in the lugubrious long winter nights

When the flesh was wrapped in rugs until blood gushed

And sprinkled my glasses while I was running through a red dotted cloud,

All humanity flushed in front of my eyes and away with it, my convulsive mind

 Was put to rest by the robot in disguise, no end flame only showery blames

Washed bits of sin, demons remain with grins on rotten faces!

No more places to escape the senseless system; no feelings

In a physically exhausting present I take the blame

For my spiritual death, consumed in long working hours

And minutes counted by some faceless people

Mindless robots feed by the grotesque media,

Organic news, home grown to amuse the large audience

And act as a catalyst for the ignorant viewers induced by

The 4^th power in a cloudy democratic state;

A glorious crusade is developed as we scratch our heads,

A mass spiritual annihilation which spreads a deadly plastic disease

A wave of human mutilation frozen in bombastic contemplations

Of the new psychotic trends.

No self-reflection, no inner knowledge, no meditation, no awareness

Plain spirits devoured of their connections and what remains

A walking carcass, an empty shell

a home for squatters;

In my present time I sit under the sea

Accept the land, the time with no thoughts to flee

I take the blame

Until I’ll set myself free.