I am a man.
Unfinished, Untitled.
Trapped inside these gruesome scenes.
Ohhh, how I long for a scent of a flower,
the softest touch by a lover's skin.

But I am a man of so many fetishes,
and this world is none of the above.
To deny a man of his natural calling
ripping his pride, joy and love
is planting the seed of fury inside his head,
inside his hands, castrating his wishful thinking
disputing his stand.

War is raging with no signs of peace,
not even once I've heard you say "thank you", nor "please".
But I am a man with inhuman agenda,
unspeakable beast who'll force you to surrender.

Shows on television erect my disgust
Hardcore news pornography and collars for your mutt
Though I am a man, born brainwashed slut,
Yet never were and never will be, to revolt is all I've got.
Limb to limb,
until there is nothing more to grind,
if there was a god,
I'd ask to be born blind.

Before the grand hysteria – a riddle for your rage,
What's Europa if not a dagger with a yellow badge

Satan manifests in so many forms and ways,
first he took the night shifts, now he also works the days.

I am a soldier in an army of not,
Regression and reposition in the name of art.
To kill you or not with the weapon of my choice,
It was I in the room with Joseph Beuys.

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