ADDICTION by Jakub Zielinski

At day time
from inside of our bowels
we’re being rotten by worms
of senslessness
and lack of depth

we do exist
like a piles of rubbish
on dump full of chaos
still eating our own tails
unrest in mind cages

with beginning of night
and with a bit of luck
we can get

from the side of
hungry cynism’s teeth
and lack of empathy

Passing forever
On more tempting
And clearer site

...Christ is very weak
and angels mute...

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