Amor Fati, Sunday Target Practice

 Amor Fati, Sunday Target Practice 



Staring at the spiral staircase, 

at the top  

a broken statue of venus worships 

and devours her own blood. 

She's faceless.

Bullets, knives, bombs, gas chambres 

stuck to her teeth. 

Electricity down.

A flip-flop narcissistic battalion, shows

no mercy, no compassion.

The scales of justice

are colorful white silver star-studded 

canyons covered in satanic graffiti 

aiming from her lifeless mouth.

She lives again as a Lazarus.



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