Every Cell Is Your Cell Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

You're a milk's child
in a materialistic society
was born and run.
Without any patience
You want power and opulence
with impulses to excel.
No joy can't stand
rob, ravage, offenders
the evil you choose.
Every cell is your cell
you imposed nice guy
to be and you can't afford.
But as Beethoven thou hear
enjoys unconsciously the mind
Expecting Paradise.
What is better then?
To choose evil?
Or to enforced to be good?
As the Clockwork Orange
do not have yourselve
and freedom you want.