Let felons bloom into rosy whispers.

Let martyrs die their stupid, selfless deaths.

They don’t change anything.

They entrench the dark forces further.

Let whores spread true selfless love without possession.

Let street wanderers and beggars feel wanted.

Let the poison purify the vaults and pulleys of the city.

Let pedophiles, rapists and murderers walk hand in hand.

Let the curtains close so the props can be rearranged.