Poezja

That was a pioneer, 
lunatic moon, 
and me an unwilling partner. 
 
The panther leaps again. 
I suffer from 
stab to stab. 
 
The giver, sucks, 
in genocide.Adoration 
becomes a scourge. 
 
One malingerer 
leads to another. 
The healer was very sick. 
 
My master was a fake 
The book was empty 
and the print was gone.