I shouldn’t have started with Requiem in the morning
it will end with Rage against the Machine into each night
while I wanted to remain unnoticed
silently alter the Matrix
fabric of insanity
close all doors to all dimensions  I am made of
watch  Disneyland
clones
dance with Trump
Donald the Duck
Jesus
think about Sex in The City
soap
in my eyes
while taking a shower alone
with seven walls and an opened  floor

by the way
did you see it walk?
where did the ceiling go?
that’s neighbor from Hell
gets me every time
walking its dogs
and why do I take the shower alone?
because I am Don Kichote?
Right?

No
try mirror
or next windmill
charge
and they put you in jail
ass rape
for the good of the rest of humanity
Dulcinea?
gone
she is a porn star in Los Angeles
got AIDS from African monkey
kept in some Midwest lab
sweet
loved her dress
now go
find a slave
pay

this world is full of non-real persons
in Bolshevik Russia they had Homo Sovieticus
it was difficult to talk to Homo Sovieticus
Homo Sovieticus was a little
scared
ape
with features of a man or a women
depending on sex
but one couldn’t tell sex
because men would be quiet or run
and women dug graves
silent

Germany has joined the trend with Nazis
gays financed by Zion
to be Jesuit Priests
called SS
bunch of semi-Germans
crypto-Jews
with brains the size of half Moons
with half perception
half-truths
half everything
handsome fags they were
to shoot at

So you come to America
the land of the free
and slowly
you watch them learn how to drink tea and coffee from porcelain cups
Sweet Hamburgers programmed by porn
Sports
other shit on TV
Sets that set them free
so they become civilized
everyone to himself
a fluoride drinking
GMO eating losers of Sunday game
game of the Suns

Tea was introduces with the first invasion of Mongols
of Kievian Rus and Poland
wiped Rus out
Poles survived
Mongols got is from China
the tea
of our times

My birth was not mine
while death I can easily bring upon self
mainly for reading the mind of The Beast
my still watching Father
my enemy
the occasional bliss of darkness
when I am caught off guard
disturbed by the curse of ancient others
I carry my cross
smiling and giving the word away

I am a Polish speaking Pole
survivor of many times
when due to live sacrifices and fires
epidemic of violent death
it was a crime
to be me

time
that was set as an end
for my breed
for my blood
for my tribe of celestial nomads
here on Earth
thrown at this place for convenience called Poland
now
a cemetery of graves
awaken

but I smile
Yahveh
I smile
try me again
I want to be on History Channel
in your sick head
but I am not going away

fuck
I am not going away

ready when you are
God
for judgment or any other stuff really
day and night
since ready I was born and ready I am sure
I will die
stop whining
God
I have no others
forgot names
altars
try to remain the one
without pissing me off
don’t make me change my heart
go back
to walk Elysian fields alone
its monuments and trees
watching
finally free
free to breath
each life I lost to you
in peace
at war
against me