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My murderous past she did not know,

the guilt of dishonesty started to grow.

This burden of shame got the best of me.

The shining blade on the table will set me free.

A rookie slit gave me a new perception,

flayed my arm revealing the bare construction.

She screamed, I ran and pinned her still.

“Honey, I just want you to see what’s under my skin.”

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Super A, Paintings & Murals.

Exceptional paintings and murals from Netherlands-based artist Stephen Thelen aka Super A.

Don’t miss Supersonic Art on Instagram!

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This cage of bones never rattles,

this throbbing pain never tatters,

locked inside my parasite, jaded and weary

It calls me “the Heart” but does it matter?

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Plea of a bastard

Demon swarms broke from the girth,

Defiled the apes, and gave birth to our’s first.

Sinful and bastardised we invaded this heaven,

Scratching and clawing and nibbling it to dust,

God screamed “You broke my trust”.

Oh nature! Can you break my fall?

Oh mother! Please take me now!

The lust sparkling in our bloodshed eyes,

Without remorse we murder our own kind.

Religion, rights are just our veil,

War is what we demand and what prevails.

Oh Nature! Can you trace our path?

Oh Mother! Can you stop me now?

The ocean bleeds crimson,

The land is dyed.

We reek of blood and death is by our side.

This incestuous bond with the Earth, Why?

For far too long we've been deceiving the Eye in The Sky.

The time has come to cleanse this filth,

Our flesh and bones shall now be silt.

The stolen feathers will curl and wilt.

The foundation of heaven shall be rebuilt.

Oh Noah! Look what i wrote!

Oh Noah! Please don't build the boat.

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The Portrait

The hotel,Victorian and archaic.

the room, dark and musty.

The blizzard was roaring,

And my conscience rusty.

Sitting on the creaky bed,

I noticed the painting.

Twas that of a tourist with a smile, tainting.

Ear to ear stretched his smile

With an expression abhorrent and vile.

I paid not much heed and invited my slumber,

as I saw the world around me slowly dissever

The warmth of the sun counted my fortieth wink,

A glance at the wall brought my sanity to the brink.

Crippling realisation contorted my heart.

There was an open window but no art!