a somber salute to youth

Station Id, letters and numbers
Encrypted password
Life of a genius, sold
To an earthly price
Comfortably negotiated
Over the phone
Wheeled to a steady chair
Did I hear an explosion?
Massive expulsion
Of sentiments from your body
You are one of us now
Consumer of goods
Ready to expire
With the very next
Flick of the switch
We widen the circle
To accommodate your presence
And hallow the void.
The fall of all inspirations
Has begun…
  
Let’s recycle everything
Everything we can
In a gig of memory
There is power lost in moving
There is power to be gained
Deceiving is the thought
Of thoughts flooding the gates
Let’s sit this moment out
We’re sane, not safe.

  
Of the earthly warmth
Beside fires of Hell
Please, do tell…

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Of the earthly warmth
Beside fires of Hell
Please, do tell…

Bukur FH. Me pelqeu. Kam vene re qe poezite e tua kane nje kreshendo ne fund te tyre.

Mos eshte me mire tia heqesh germat e medha ne fillim te rreshtave, sepse ngterrojne rrjedhen e fjalise.

Pershendetje.

 

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