BORRADOR DE DIOS

Creo en Dios pero
es mi Dios
un Dios que no comparto
con nadie.

Mi Dios está lejos del dios
maricón
de los cristianos.

El Amor de mi Dios
quema como un sol
y mi Dios aborrece a los que rezan
arrodillados.

Somos solos, mi Dios y yo.

Y yo por mi Dios,
mato.

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pissing

I can’t see
Sing the darker of
Pissing on my toes
Knowing what I know
I know

I’m waiting
Like a loyal whore
Under every stone
Lovers sleep alone

Alone
Alone

Lovers sleep alone

Alone
Alone

original song by Low

invierno al norte del norte

Oh my broken lamb
I worry when you cry
Baby’s gonna fetch ya
Horses in the sky

Though dead hands ring the garden
And these are violent times
And violence brings more violence
And liars bring more lies

Though we was born defeated
Worried, tired and scared
And monsters build mean robots
Launching rockets into the air

And the wealth of our nations
Fed on angel blood
And our cities shot with moneyed schemes
Built on twigs and mud

And our schools look like prisons
And our prisons look like malls
And downtown’s just a sick parade
Where no-one cares at all

And our hero’s all died crazy
Broken, poor or shot
Let’s celebrate their tragedy
And sanctify the loss

And manifest the daydream
Like those who fell before
And glorify our small attempts
And hate ourselves no more

Blow words between these sucker’s teeth
And bind these panicked hands
Lose your heart like a clumsy bell
Please be well

And all i true love
Is the light
In my sister’s darling eyes

Silver Mount Zion, Horses In The Sky.