Is buried
My wish and desire
Puppet of
My need
Leads him
Have to go
sometimes
From among the demons
Run away puppet
In our world
In our civilization
Dead open eyes
With the effect of such a word
Shining pulp literature
Uniform punk
The one
My conscience damn
And i in the back row of the round
I stand
Gets buried again
Among the demons
My puppet
In a colorful ceremony
an actor
The biggest of the century
Becomes an actor
My puppet
once more
Starts to stir
Actor if not man
Can definitely become
A few days later
My puppet
At the hands of a devotee
Is sold
Like cow sometimes
Butcher's hands
Is sold
Puppet
Dhamma falls from
on the ground
On our own land
Any way from
For him
Doesn't go anywhere
My puppet
Gets tied up again
From the door of necessity
Among many demons
As a corpse
Stays here
My puppet
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