In last journey he wanted to have
a free run without rumors...

From the ramparts of a castle
a wallflower jumps...

Civil war:
Again you are visiting...

At the end of the thought
was sadness...

Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth...

The noise of a crescent
climbs wordlessly...

The whole truth was porus,
a hard punch on my face. We stood...

Going nowhere.
Stuck in middle of road...

Point-blank you
kill the pigeons in cold...

Nihilist:
Being observed...

It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection...

For the bird,
I knocked the cage to set it free...