let this be the day of my life,
when I turn into an incantation
of Aurelianus’ thoughts -
more than one thousand years ago
Colonia Commodiana
has been turned into a song
of blood and fire, granting
the most enlightened fool
the title he deserved -
king of Rome
cobwebs hunting
goddamned nukes
inspired by imperial
madness - let me think,
the fourth amendment
hijacked memories
keep crossing my mind -
there is no one of this kind
all counterfit
Vestals are no Virgins -
only predefined projections
of unwanted desires
look into the bushes,
look into the freemasonry
civilisation wild and free
no more educated cavalry
of Custer the seventh
loosing weight is all he wants
so may he be illuminated
when starting a diet -
it could be justified,
or it could be wrong
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