Shadows are ...

... getting longer.

Laughing Lhursday

Sheepish egg.

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

... when you dream

Not shot

Hot!

There is no Holy Mother

... and neither there is a god.

Obviously, hm?

Or why do so many criminal bastards reign in such many countries? 

Probably each of them and all (!) their toadies need to die, at once.

Good luck!

The fields of ...

... selfhood.