satan’s child; the forbidden fig
are weak like twigs
of the trees from which the cigs
that we smoke get their paper.
come to think, is now the later
that i always spoke about?
yes, it is! yet still, i doubt,
for too many different things
cross this mind which always sings
tunes of season; what’s the reason?
she should be sentenced for treason;
she betrayed my heart in silence.
satan’s child truly knows violence.
Luka.