Life

Originally I wrote this as a song (published in "A Glass Of Poetry With Cuvée")

The hell is loose Angels weep

My body

I am celentano, I am bruce lee I am the life they had

Strangely enough many scholars try to describe and even somehow justify the "Decade of Great Killing" era as an unavoidable stage in our development progress and society's conversion path to the futur...

Beautiful souls in perfect bodies Landing upon us with heavenly joy

Why are you sad? Why are you bored? Didn't go well? Not what you've planned?