I loathe people who raise their voice
only when they’re in the crowds.
They have the red blood,
which simmers only in the dark.
And you have to face them
almost every night, unless
you have the sufficient territory.
In front of your tiny tight place,
they resonate with the vulgarity
and cruelty of life, always
spitting their red blood.
It’s like a real hell, honestly.
So I thought I should get some blue blood.
Then someone’s gonna give me some territory
and build some superb palace for me.
There would certainly be someone
who’d readily do that for my blue blood.
Oh God, but, see, I already think like one of them.
Expecting and asking things without any rights
and shame! So seriously, where the fuck is my palace?
The most important thing, to prevent invasions of your voice,
it needs the sufficient ― super extra ― territory, never forget that.
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