An air-picture
deep in the Horizon
A boy sitting on brownish
thousands cheer for him
in the plastic seats
just before the cliff
the very known one to slaves...
Eyes get cut in pieces
and the city rushes to the dimensions
giving birth to more vehicles...
From here you can kill everybody
if you throw the spear at the target
and the shield, carefully hold.
From here you can kill everybody.
From the Gods, you can start!!
First the Parthenon destroy
and then go below.
Give in the theater, a performance
of biblical destruction
set free the torpedo boats from chains
and give them some ancient rocks
to sniff.
In the morning,
in their real dimension
you will be showing off enthroned
and over battlements, for your success.
Laugh, killer of hope
the storm did not get here yet...
From here you can kill everybody
and from down there
everybody locked you in target...
Reason for writing:
support for cultural awareness
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