Death's Head steps on the roof and prepares for work.

They have come, with misconceptions into art(ificial light).


The first two do not feel any pain.

The third one appears closer with each shot.


Down below and face the motions of diminishing spins.

Movement saves behind a car, but doesn't prevent wounds.


Sudden touch happens almostinstantly.

Through the coffee tables it comes.


Writing a new fighting style behind the table

and infusing it with poetry and breaks bread.


Many hours pass before consciousness returns.

Nerves burning with magical fire.


And the corpse carried to the desert disappears.

Child found from orbit comes back.


Will this city withstand all for you?

When a star-born returns to you.



Kuva - Bernardo Castanho