serenade 2.0

the sleep that does not depend, then day was not that it was spent.
so night then was the day of sleep, despite the hustle of the street.
i asked you once that you feel fine, and said yes because you were mine.
so we slept and dance the whole night through, and paint the colours of pink and blue.

until the fire in our hearts just fade, i woke up to find the open gate.
i was told that my love was fine, and not just that she was mine.
alas she left me by the bed, she left me nothing but what she said.
our dance was more than once, but i guess it was something she does not want.

and i asked myself do i feel fine, and not just that she was mine.
this music that our dreams had spun, so finally it fades out in the sun.

- munando the electric disbeliever

twentyeight

seven it was. six it may. nonetheless, five it is.
so four became the crowd that died, from the disease of the three lotus.
another two conspire to overthrow this one earth, that burns from everlasting numbers.

~shakarumu

beautiful murder

face it.
whenever you feel like killing it.
it doesnt change anything. it burns you clean.
allow it to infatuate and love your sins. that you deny. that you deny.
oh holy men. oh sinful ones. may the beloved sky set you free.
abolish your guilt by means of blood that flows freely in a river bed.
enough said. enough said. i know the secrets of your happiness.
he was the first and last to know, the beautiful lie that you conspire.
let it be scorched in the flame of fire. release the cure for your agony. you have done enough for yourself today.

~asante the sky warrior