In the moment to give open justly your heart, as a letter,
after killing all time in the name of the Mightiest God,
put the prayers to Box "Aftertime" from your maw – just for better
life for men carrying guns and for women who's bearing a child.
After burning the Cross and dismembering Holiest Body,
you won't set to believe Resurrection was only a fib.
Reason's simple – "for better"... `cause, otherwise, thirsty and bloody
qualms will trash every soul without trying to move any lip.
And "for better" tastes flesh, while all butchers are honored as always,
"Life or Death" seems to be an equation with dreadful outcome.
Never knowing "for good", how to pass without rest in the Soul’s Maze
constant search is for Love and discovery stigmas on palms.
April 27, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
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