Photograph of happiest world

My heart is in a hard disease and me, i am almost on my two knees,
I want to buy something for relief, but not a cannabis or any worse, please,
I pray or claim, but no one person sell me few consolation vibes
In kingdom of the pharisees,
A celebration through the world, everywhere is Dorian Grey Paris,
When you propose a talent of the love and peace,
They show you only smiles with mousetrap cheese,
A bite inside the glassy eyes,
One false rainbow in shine by Iscariot kisses,
That is the global night after a sunset such this,
And only gay-parades of pigs exist for illuminate the faces of beings,
Or this parades of snakes of militarism,
So pale and green moonlight of wild capitalism or totalitarism for transform in wolfs by liberty of sins,
Plus terrorist attacks like fire over Cain common sacrifice,
Because, i guess, The Virgin lost the right to pray for our nice societies,
She intercede for us, but She has only two, no more cheeks
Against a fashion paradise, who wear the skin of anonymous victims like the skin of sheep.