[UnbornBuddha]

Standing before Zoroaster's grave
Rose in one hand, the other a grenade.
Dualism is strange,
Key next to the prisoner's chains.
Heraclitus weeping in spiritual pain
Forecasting the winds of change.
The overman's will is perfect
A rag that cleanses the filthy surface.
Laughing at a jester's journey and purpose
The exact opposite in Zarathustra sermon.
Eternal recurrence, a nightmare reemerges.
Berlin night sky,
Darkness in the avatar's eyes.
A glitch in the patterns of time.
Algorithms computing genocide
Screaming to express my musical side.
Labyrinthine design,
exit via ingesting cyanide.
Leave it all behind. Or so I think.
Quick like a musculature twitch
I emerge to have my cadaver stripped
Of dignity and the want to exist.
Self-loathing like androgynous kids.
Amor fati as the repercussive quip
To the destructive bliss that touches our lips.