the blood
the gore
we've paid with our soul
we've wrenched our heart
to taste shit, spit, and mud
we've walked on crumbles
of our tear-streaked past
we've woken up to screams
of the ghosts of our trauma
we've tasted blood off knives and asked for forgiveness
we've cried salty oceans that turned into abandoned caves.
nothing sheds light on the crimes
nothing wants to smell the blood, the mud
nothing wants to see
the beaten bodies
nothings wants to think
that the world is a torture chamber.
we've stayed strong, turned brittle
like burnt wood that got soaked
with new waves, new age
thawing after eras of war.
we've crushed systems
broken out of denial
we've seen to the depths
of restraint and trial
we've been accused of crimes
we've been called evil
we've been silenced when we've discovered
that the devil is god
and god is the evil.
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3.12.23
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nie spierdoliłem tego [za bardzo] próbowaniem w rymy; phew.
it felt so fucking good. need to do this more often. i've been forgetting [how to]. sadge
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heart beats
Poesía~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
