The Devil Lived in a Doomed Mood

 

No body can strap body parts together as he can.

He is a reward-drawer who believes in smart-trams

and draws you spam-maps.

 

He fools you into straw-eating warts and when you scream

for more he is the one who brings you plate after plate of more

erecting with his left hand columns, castles.

 

He knits and stinks and peels sleep off you

when you need it the most. A pubic hair falls

off his finger and starts its fight with feathers.

 

He is a redivider, a petrifier and he speaks backwards.

But maybe one day we will see through and sum up:

 

The devil lived in a doomed mood

That we can do without. We fooled him

with sensuousnes(s) or stayed forever quiet.

Anger? ’tis safe never. Bar it! Use love

(or: Evoles ut ira breve nefas sit; regna

Which means more or less the same).

 

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