At my door there only appeared pimps, cocksuckers, smartalecs and scared little girls The ones not scared I sent them away The ones that remained I received through sound With the music I invented a bright new set of memories more than stressed in a sense of doom And doomed am I So it seems a nice solution just to starlit mire When you lose your job, your love, your faith It just seems the natural conclusion for all things feral Going up and be alone finally I think the cause of death was suicide. I am no prophet.
Sou poeta, de tendências anarquistas, autor dos livros "Fora da Lei", "Declaração de Amor ao Primeiro-Ministro", "Queimai o Dinheiro", entre outros.
Procuro a liberdade livre.
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At my door there only appeared pimps, cocksuckers, smartalecs and scared little girls
The ones not scared I sent them away
The ones that remained I received through sound
With the music I invented a bright new set of memories more than stressed in a sense of doom
And doomed am I
So it seems a nice solution just to starlit mire
When you lose your job, your love, your faith
It just seems the natural conclusion for all things feral
Going up and be alone finally
I think the cause of death was suicide.
I am no prophet.
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