good

You have to intrude.
Even rushed by heart, you left to enter.
Pushing the doors open.
In your tow the taste, smell, the filth of another world.
I am poisoning with every move, every step,
with every word I spit.
On untainted rank soil.
Breeding starving hands.
Thirsty dry-cracked minds.
Untouched pitted hearts.
With every word I spit.
I spit in their grateful smiling faces.
Every word causes, an impact, a minor blasts, stimulating myoceptors, on the march to the mighty horizon.
Beyond, their expectations, wishes, dreams of a better world.
I spit.
An alienation.
Sweetened by my smile, my selfish satisfaction, my relief to help people, to do something, something which feels more right, then turning left.
I spit straight alienation.
Simulating an opportunity, an unity of menkind, gathering to help. I am teaching and initiating, infecting, without a warning, without devices, of well-fortified, militant criticism. I just spit it in their face, like one of this alien parasites and giving them hope, enclosing, cocooning, a trap of a monstrous extensive system. Every word has its meaning, every meaning means more words, more words more meaning, means to mean, an abstract concept, loosing its words, constructing values, values and fortunes, a supreme order of a new world, because this world will give us ideas about how to find more happiness in the future, better education, a good job to support family or to move abroad and earn good money. – It has already been started.
Thank you very much to share your ideas with us, you are such a kind person.
I am the ambassador, the ambassador of the machine.
I harvest the virginity, I supply.
I am an angel on hooves. I am a cola on coke.
I will not have leave you when you will be lost, when you will look behind yourself and the way you covered is nothing more than a vague desire, a dream of the good old golden times, a trend of retro. And you will find yourself tasting, smelling the filth of your world, of your world you lost.
I am teaching.
I am a teacher.
I learned in school, never listen to the teacher.
But I never starved.
I was always hungry, and still I am, but nothing on this world will satisfy me, except, hugging you, smiling with you, loving you, kid.
The dark side of help. And I always felt more enlighten on the that kind of sides.
I am your teacher, so don´t listen, I want to hear you talk!
So, don´t say I am good, I am just a selfish western drama, I appreciate you as my beloved audience, clapping is not allowed, just teaching, teach me!
I hate to be good, that makes me feel bad.
Can´t we just be, hate and love without bad or good?
You have to intrude.
Even rushed by heart, you left to enter.
Pushing the doors open.
In your tow the taste, smell, the filth of another world.
I am poisoning with every move, every step,
with every word I spit.
On untainted rank soil.
Breeding starving hands.
Thirsty dry-cracked minds.
Untouched pitted hearts.
With every word I spit.
I spit in their grateful smiling faces.
Every word causes, an impact, a minor blasts, stimulating myoceptors, on the march to the mighty horizon.
Beyond, their expectations, wishes, dreams of a better world.
I spit.
An alienation.
Sweetened by my smile, my selfish satisfaction, my relief to help people, to do something, something which feels more right, then turning left.
I spit straight alienation.
Simulating an opportunity, an unity of menkind, gathering to help. I am teaching and initiating, infecting, without a warning, without devices, of well-fortified, militant criticism. I just spit it in their face, like one of this alien parasites and giving them hope, enclosing, cocooning, a trap of a monstrous extensive system. Every word has its meaning, every meaning means more words, more words more meaning, means to mean, an abstract concept, loosing its words, constructing values, values and fortunes, a supreme order of a new world, because this world will give us ideas about how to find more happiness in the future, better education, a good job to support family or to move abroad and earn good money. – It has already been started.
Thank you very much to share your ideas with us, you are such a kind person.
I am the ambassador, the ambassador of the machine.
I harvest the virginity, I supply.
I am the devil covered by an angel´s light. I am the cola of the coke.
I will not have leave you when you will be lost, when you will look behind yourself and the way you covered is nothing more than a vague desire, a dream of the good old golden times, a trend of retro. And you will find yourself tasting, smelling the filth of your world, of your world you lost.
I am teaching.
I am a teacher.
I learned in school, never listen to the teacher.
But I never starved.
I was always hungry, and still I am, but nothing on this world will satisfy me, except, hugging you, smiling with you, loving you, kid.
The dark side of help. And I always felt more enlighten on the that kind of sides.
I am your teacher, so don´t listen, I want to hear you talk!
So, don´t say I am good, I am just a selfish western drama, I appreciate you as my beloved audience, clapping is not allowed, just teaching, teach me!
I hate to be good, that makes me feel bad.
Can´t we just be, hate and love without bad or good?
We will make mistakes anyway.