Greetings

Closer to the next conclusion
Speak less and reading more
It seems to put it in practice
Lies shall hurt the tongue- before.

The root of all aspirations:
“Nothing” shall exists but “me”
Going down dressed in more frustrations
Along the “powers to be”

When getting to the real oneness
The feeling accelerates
The same idea is all ideas
And infinite next steps

Lead falling down on the thoughts
The solid of rocks turns fleeting
When more spoiled and “deserving”
Than a little girl when eating

Air waits again for creation
Petty appeals just passing thru’
“Don’t abuse my inspiration”
“Give it something more to do”

Each second the blade gets closer
To the throat that sings…aloof
Judges of some little worlds
Getting their head in a noose

The final judgement was yesterday
Before your most weakest “clone”
Your blindness still pled guilty
Thinking you cheated on real law

Hail will fall down in the heads
The solid of rocks turns fleeting
When more spoiled and more “cheating”
Than little girls when they’re greeting