Smite, monitor, blame, fight, cheat, loot and beat wrong souls on the roads.
Punish yourself first and then the other,
The different, the walk, the one who made a mistake on the way,
The one who is at all, the unacceptable, the one who gets up prematurely and the straight has fallen, the unfortunate,
To your arms and for your sake ” Cursed ..
Accept the heart thus and wrap in the mouth of emotion, the other child, yes it is the other of today from yesterday,
Different and changing ,, living according to emotion, irreparable but noble is in the soul.
The edge of sympathy is wrapped in emotion, comfort in love, internalization or illusion, in this blow the mind.
Blame it on bloodshed, as a certified lawyer, as a judge or just plain, as a player on a cloud.
To have fun and to transcend, to sigh and feel blooming, to relish, to relax. .
More with yourself … lots of flavor, much less smell.
To the one who failed to direct his soul correctly, so he withdrew and was ashamed, to translate everything and turn his skin into a tiger, to fight in front of the whole world.
When the weapon is a word “you decide on forgiveness”
All sanity in logic, of good and evil, just let sleep ‘but not the other way around from above.
Together they are two, already liquid from the eyes, sadness in madness, live alone and let breathe.
If God redeemed my soul today, yours seems to have fallen asleep at the end.
The illusion thus revealed, please accept with me a prayer ..
A broken heart will choose a covenant. The self is the purpose, though I do not decide, but the tallit “”
The longing for circumcision, the same place for revelry,
The logic is so innocent, draw a picture without words …
I am the son of the shadows, perhaps a spotlight rises without the light and in the background there is such a gray space.
Or an asteroid of light in the dark,
Without a word, just a request for forgiveness.