No more

Demons and snakes,
Lost ships in the horizon.
Mothers whipping the cold and hard blood
Of ancient warriors.
He looked into her eyes and there were trumpets
Playing luxurious tunes.
Who brought this clown to play?
Asked the child looking vaguely worried.
Was it the sigh of those lost
In the sea of the brave and conformed sailors
That gave their blood to drink
To their powerless ancestors?
No more...
No more swift delusions
No more narrow alley ways
Where time and time again
The whore came undressed and
With a provocative look caressed
The young child’s confused mind.

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