And I tested your doctrine
That everything can be smoked
You just try it
Your lungs will burn once
You may cough your blood out
But then you will get eternal pleasure
Feeling as light as a feather
Yup! You were right
Once I cursed smoking
Now I second it
You persuaded me
Celebrate your success!
Now I am a chain smoker
Of grief and everything that hurts
Of memory of snakes I nurtured
Of heat of misunderstandings
Of long lethargic sleepless nights
Of the regrets of today and tomorrow
Of the crisis, embarrasment, envy
Above all
Of the broken dreams that pierced into my eyes
Even that of my entire existence
A chain smoker
Who smokes everyting
'Everything can be smoked'
This is my faith now
This is what I believe in
One among the lessons life has taught me
And I do smoke, smoke and smoke
And I feel as light as I don't exist at all.
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