LIES

This vacuum room, an ice box.
They ripped my clothes that I only possess
Gamma ray seize, I barely hear what they say.
Yet, I just freeze and stare
Paralysed from surgeon's knife perhaps
And yet, it may supply what white gown looks alike: Lies-

PORTRAIT

With stamp behold it

I hid it underneath the excitement courier

Soon its treasure your mails box, could you pin on your wall?

Permission its to hanging and swinging againts nail.

This portrait. It may looked dull but inhale

Yes. This one.

It appears not greater as Mona Lisa.

It carries paint and canvas claiming to be me.

Gold frame surrounded me proudly.

Of course he did. He wipes those faded coat.

I love it-

Allowed me to make you love it too.

Holy Land

Can you hear roar of trumpet
It's greeting you, neither me
Is it tough like thunder?
Is it too loud to be bear?
It does adrenalin you but not me.

That plaque, you bring to my Holy Land
Did you read the sign?
Did you wrap your feet with linen?
Nor shower with olive oil before entrance. I doubt it.
And those palm trees, you beheaded within your journey. O My

This Holy Land. My Holy Land-
10 strongest pillars meet every corner. Oasis everywhere.
Three rare emeralds surpass my sight. Locked in my chest.
I ask God to baptise them three. No exception.
I rolled the sphere. This foot company me, I sealed em'.

And you, shall I named you Nemesis.
You carry two sacks of you. It's delicate.
The plaque you bring, witness your defection.
Are they reward you with Barbarian flock?
Alms you ton promises perhaps. O My!

If it cost you joy? Then I bail myself.