C’est bon. 

Too good to be real. 

Too real to be good.

Even god is evil. 

Patterns of brick made me sweat.

Patterns of brick made my skin itchy.

Patterns of brick make me sick. 

Facing concrete hoping for the future.

Striking in progress.

Liberating spirits.

Nurturing the shadows.

Bow down bitches.

Can you feel the weather?

C’est bon. 

Crying anthems from past wars.

Pouring out demons to filter the mundane. 

The routine engrains our beings.

Afraid of the unexpected.

Wandering about the sky. 

Always space. 

Fuck your planets and  your construction.

Stop this insanity, 

Stop it.

Stop. 

C’est bon.