Have you ever seen
The flying fists of blind dislikes,
Born in stupidity of uncontrolled rage,
In the age of violence?

Searching for conflicts,
Searching for victims,
Kept alone in their asocial wrong tracks.
They are the dregs, the dirty rats,
Nailed to the cross of failing acts.

Circulations of violation
Percolate every step of consciousness.
The smell of hate - your paranoia.
We are burning out
In this violent fire!

15/Jan/2007, 02:16 Uhr , Gedichte, Gedichte 1995-1997, Vis Matrix ,