I bold the dream of little child
spacing the moments of tremor, a candle lights her mirror
The dark of loosing the bright of remembering
the ancient star of politician demons are holding
an electrical moral spectrums,
the bold dreams are sinking in.

A creamy white faces
masking the box of pandoras capitalist, gendering the bullshit leftist.
In the moment of wild charities
revolution is the dessert of popes
the last track of spirituallity hopes

We seek for conflicts,
Against to against, again and again,
the freak darwinian metamorfosis
evoluted the controls by the heads hang on the door

a well dressed mathematical sins bureaucracy
to show up its magical fancy
like the dozens of clowns
we used to shame the hells we own.