IN ORDER, MY MAGNUM OPUS OR DISORDER
Over the phone we spoke so please turn off that recorder! I am over this modern way of being, phones and online orders… Hence in order to place an order or two, in that order, We really fought against what was known as that New World Order… Allow me to reward your dis-orderly conduct and in disorder,
In split of that tenth of that second, confound you my brother… And sister and father and in-laws and grand-fathers, mothers… She wanted to live again, innocently again, and be louder, Shouting from the top of her lungs from the top of this hill, from inside her mountains of erupting sentiments yet embattled fears,
But the fears and doubts and past experiences will not let her! Over the phone we spoke so please turn off that recorder! I am over this modern way of being, phones and online orders… I am over these capitalist ads and false advertisements, they are getting fouler!
With that, we went on and fought against that New World Order. My father I love him. My mother, I love her! My prayer to my God, as sweet turned sour, “Please give us today our daily bread, as the times turn milder…”
As I turn into this honest living and my Faith, this modern way of dying, I did it and It is not for me! Why keep yourself bottled? From inside her mountains of erupting sentiments yet embattled fears,
She grew stronger and screamed from the top of this mountain called Zion. Hence in order to place an order or two, in that order, I stood up against disorder, worshipping my Creator in Spirit and in order… When this sky will be no more and we shall face a new Moon and Sun,
Tell them against their own will that my Soul, that I love her.
© Christian Koumtog