a prologue

The sky is in rage
with both sides in their ground
nothing will unreplenished
the after effect will had bounds

the remains
some fall
some float
the fall become like-goat

the agents are recruited
with blood, marked the contract
the sky in rage once again
as wrath consumed The Divine

the contracted men
wanders every earth
try to collect souls
that are unheard

through the time
the time dies
sins and praise
to the sky they'll flies

The Little Black Cat

Listen,
Carry me tonight.
Up on your shoulder
Through the crowd.

I spend my life for running

Listen,
Put out all the lights
So I can hide
Where all human sees
Me like a bad luck
Strikes me like a thief
Throw me
away from society.

I heard,
You saw me with your disguise
To make believe you have cares
Maybe, the blacks on my fur
Have penetrates into my heart.

9.23 Jatinangor