Bleeding meal

They scream, but who hears ?

They suffer, but who cares ?

You see them as a product, something for consume

something

To satisfy our consumer addiction

you’ve got them in your table, their blood, their bones

another product,

all their suffering

is only another piece of meat between your teeths.

Could you look at them, to their eyes and tell them :

I’m sorry, but my hunger is worth your suffering ?

Me, not …

Next time you eat a chicken, a piece of meat

cow meat, pig meat, sheep meat, or a fish

know that this tasty meal was a life

that lived in fear, imprisoned,

another product

that bleeds.

Wasted-Youth-Memories

This shadows are
So confused
There are terrible feelings and
Catholic spits
Christians dead
All over the floor
Sperm
And vodka
I’m puking
Over your mother’s bed
And the wine is not enough
It’s a rough party
Porn movies turn us all
On
Gang banged twins on the carpet
Hardcore games
Punk rock, Deathrock, twisted music on the stereo
Blue pills made me
High
I masturbate to the closest star
And cum
Over the chaos of my wasted-youth-memories

The Funeral

It happened so fast,
One day you was drinking wine,
The next day you was in the hospital,
And from there straight to the earth,
Your tomb was open, waiting for you.
I saw you there
You was wearing a three piece suit
Your eyes closed
Your soul so far away.
While everyone was crying
I was only thinking about
How I did like to cum inside the ass of your niece
That wasn’t part of my family
But of your woman.
I didn’t really cared if you was alive or death
You died for me when I was 2 years old
A child looking at his father’s back and not understanding
Where is he going, why he will not come back.
You phoned me from time to time
And the days I was lucky you came to visit,
We did go to buy some comics, take a ride in the old and dusty car, and buy some toys.
The days I wasn’t lucky
You simply did not come.
I waited for you and then my mother used to take me to the cinema,
I get accustomed to cry in silence, in dark corners,
And the sadness give way to anger.
Lot of years I spent hating you,
But now, I can somehow understand you.
Oh, dad, you didn’t knew how to be a father,
All that you knew was to be a plumber (and even not a good one …)
A drunk
And to smoke marihuana in your own arcade store with the boys of the neighborhood.
It was all so fast
One day you was winning me at chess
The next day Death had reclaimed your life.

The little pigeon

Yesterday I found a pigeon
In the door of my work
He was dead
His eyes drained of life
and sad
Fixed in the remoteness, far away of this world.
I felt sad but
I take him and put him in the garbage,
What else could I do ?

Now he is free, the little pigeon
Free to fly at the side of God
Free to poo over us, stupid mortals,
And laugh.

Goodbye little pigeon,
See you on the other side.

Last Dance

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Let’s dance

an infinite vals

the ritual of life and death

turning real in my bed

with your hair dyed red

and your pale skin

in silk wrapped

Let’s drink the blood of the elders

Let’s turn 

into God and Goddess

in our last

black ceremony