The beast of bliss is blinking.
Not enough. inactive longing!
He's already flown out the piano window,
He's snorting and slurping martyr blood.
Not enough! The cross demands,
To lull yourself.
Sing, and I'll keep you in court,
She'll be happy to let her sphincter go.
He's got feathers stuck in him.
and parades like a husar!
Cut off the head of a pig boar,
All right, beautiful, she'll cover the rubble.
It's a black-ass crap,
Mazovia willows fall,
She's snorting with pleasure,
Because she's wearing a priest's dress.
In a robe clothed, in a grape,
Two left shoes together matchmaker.
Black is white, hell is paradise,
"arts" is displayed in coffins.
Fra Angelico, Giotto, Durer...?
This age of another demands a pulse!
Values wrapped in kirem,
before in excrement!
When everything was what to think of...?
The fetus in the vomit, the passion in the grists...
And that's Art! Just say,
You are a “dark garden” and “fascist”!
The ugly beasts are on fire.
Two torches from the nucleus.
Little and little, yet, yet!
How about a live beautiful crime?
No knife, no loop, no bullets,
with the "talk of love" forward step forward
and put holiness in a pile of shit,
And you will be Master and Artist!
Your: Kingdom of fame, glory!
But before they shine, black will darken them...
You must be blind to the truth.
to look the beast in the eye.
Janusz Andrzejczak
