Solitary in Russia
Sunken eyes
As I look to the skies
In this baron cell
They’ve put you through hell
Ukrainian prayers
In your hour of need
When thought is above word
God brought me to the deed
Sterilisation
In the bitter cold
It’s written in your eye brows
It’s written in your bones
It’s written in your teeth
The ones that remain
Too much torture for words
I could kill you Putin
In a thousand different ways
And I still don’t think it would
Justify your karma
Too much work/healing for the lama
Pray silence to leave you in the
Blackness of space
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