Kill the chiken

The time for disease and distress is here
the time of the worms
time for howling
of shadow and creepers  
The time to empty the gun is here
to kill the chicken 
No one will find you
no one will point their finger at you
condemn you
or look for revenge for your crime
The misery veil of dawn will protect you
at that instant
all the wolves will be by your side
eject your seductive cobweb 
get the prey in the corral
fatten it
and when time has lapsed
and the chrysanthemums season
when there is no more light, or a snail,
or an electric discharge on the horizon,
kill the chicken   
destroy it
kill it
kill it
kill it.

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