Your name is suddenly different
You stare at the possibility
Of being obligated.
Of being captured.
Captivated.
Debrained.
Beheaded.
Are you now a thing?
Are you now a property?
Imaginary entity
Has proclaimed its right to devour you
Because of your
Longitude
And your latitude.
Show now your attitude
And your aptitude
At serving this
Never ceasing hunger
Be a toy for its lust for power.
Be A servant of demons.
Be a prey be a shadow
Of what you could be...
Could you be free?
In a dream i saw a place
Where ten boys were standing in a row
Almost naked, they were called to a room.
And i was among them.
An elderly woman
With a black heliotrope aura
Was leading our ways there.
Medical imposters
Fake doctors
Played their roles smoothly
As the conveyor of flesh
Moved on.
My way as a dreamer was different
But not for those nine boys.
As they got deeper
Into the merciless machine
To lose any remnant of self.
Moonisland 2020