I DIED ONCE

I wandered through a fantasy forest.
Blue branches, yellow barks, purple grasses, star gourds.
My one second dream.
Those who keep their hats even at night.
The thieves of gods.
Tears without taste.
Drinking.
I don’t protect myself with the sacred.
My mantle is made of mountains, bright rocks, forests that I don’t know.
Human journeys first were made by dogs.
Flora is like a colored texture around the inky black of my path.
I was a happy child and I was making bouquets of flowers.
Now I collect stones to consolidate my torn chest.
I died once where I haven’t walked yet.
I was taken without my permission.
Collected by an ogre they didn’t warn me about.
It wasn’t his garden, and I hadn’t crossed over.
Maybe my being a doll brought him closer.
Perhaps beauty sometimes brings death.

STOP PLAY, BEGIN TO LIVE

VIDEOGAME INDUSTRY MAKE MONEY ON YOUR ADDICTION.

YOU’RE A VIDEOGAMER?

ARE YOU AN HAPPY PERSON?

THE SYSTEM WANT YOU TO PLAY AND FORGET WORLD.

 

YOUR SON IS DOING THE SAME OF YOU.

 

YOUR CHILDREN PLAY EVERY DAY, EVERY HOUR, EVERY NIGHT.

 

YOUR FRIENDS ARE PLAYNG AND DESTROYNG THEIR OWN LIVES.

 

THEY PLAY BECAUSE THEY ARE BORED.

 

YOU PLAY BECAUSE YOU’RE ANGRY AND DEPRESSED.

 

THE SYSTEM WANTS YOU TO BE SLAVE OF VIDEOGAMES!

 

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