When we anticipate what will happen.

It flashes in broad day light darkness.

Whispering songs of symphonic melodies

Life was just like a fag dream to us.

Butterflies challenged lions

And crocodiles in fierce war.

And blood kissed our sword sweetly.

We can tell what will happen, but.

Until then we can wait for blessing to kiss paradise with her dirty face.

Even in the Garden of Eden, the snake can poison the blessed fruit.

With curses inside what we cannot

Tell about in stories at moonlight.

A girl named Flourish was murdered in a trepatized manner because she never knew who she loved

We can see hope hope rub our palms

In order to fly away to forever land

That we cannot see, at the end heaven is close by never to accept her soul.

Fruits that were cultivated was hijacked by what we cannot see.

So, we flew away never to enter.

All we have to do is to bless curses in love.

The eagles can never lose in a flight for life.

Goats were slaughtered in cursed altars.

The sweet shit is here.

Girls shaking nonsense in front of coconut trees.

Never to reach the golden jubilee.

Copyright: Waribo John.

Year: 2023