Rui Carlos da Cunha as a name
undermines sense, what we know of as time
in an instant, work done for eggs to break
Collect your things, too crazy for our game
as a consequence, you now have no home
resort to meetings, as it is your dime
lost down the slot to make a call, a freak
of nature to madness, we cast you out
such love is family, I burn this dome
dimensions of climate heat up the air
as a sādhu, my revenge is your joy
Consequences of torture are unfair
underneath the veneer, as your boy toy
needless harm to a child was done, I pout
harness the sun, my chariot bakes shame
as forgiveness to understanding lost
answer this question, for what was my crime
such an inconsiderate brat to blame
anger bottled up as pure rage, a child
no one will ever know, thrown away, tossed
across the room like cloths covered in grime
murdered my soul, a three-year old, brother
ecclesiastical hate crime, the wild
ugly, underbelly of alcohol
noteworthy for nothing, fame rule, I choose
decisive action, at your beck and call
endless maneuvers to take not to lose
recollection, a monster, the other
murder my soul, brother, for millions earned
insatiable ignorance feeds on wealth
necessary to institute power
egotistical maniac, you learned
skills to broker abuse as a lifestyle
senselessly demonic, as mental health
eats the bonds of family, ivory tower
necessary refuge to find logic
skilled in argument to refute denial
enable the alcoholic to harm
welcome to neglect behind closed doors, see
how the bruises never show, the alarm
admonishes ill-will as purpose, free
the soul family murders, top hat magic
wand in hand, tap, tap, tap, pull the rabbit
egomaniacal brother, you win
kiss me goodbye, I lose, as I become
nothingness incarnate, out of habit
old eggshells, childhood fears, I stomp to crush
worthless as an adult, venial sin
obliges me to speak, the zero-sum
forgiveness in your embrace, my karma
ask me not to pity the helpless thrush
suffers the little bird with broken neck
transparent windows kill us all, we fall
in an instant, game over, what the heck
murder my soul, impermanence, recall
emptiness, I die, this is my dharma
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