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In this lost garden of souls
Words do not form speech
As sound has fallen.
This mute song
for the God of the Dead
Spreads its chagrin disease.
The song turns a corpse
Shadowing shroud remains.
It Howls in charming method.
lamenting.
rhythmically
Who sees me, perfidious
In the shadow of the trapdoor?
ricocheting light?
Inexpiable in my punishment?
I sing fatality
So,
Would you follow?
The loose breathe
Torn against the massive sky.
At the abyss it craters
An incessant deception
drags you to the depths
In unholy land.
Lightning crawls for this God.
This God of loneliness
Riding the shoulders of Hell.
I am miserable and disturbing.
I loathe myself to bereft the landscapes.
Vest them with devastated trees,
Endow them in crestfallen men.
A bestiary rushing up.
Shaking all.
That unforeseen dawn
Sings me as sullen
wistful but patient.
Radiating the pain.
Diffusing the vastness.
Of my pandemic moan
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The inclined towers the oblique skies
The cars descending into the void of roads
The creatures along the country lanes
Branches covered with hospitable virtues
With leaf-shaped birds at their crowns
You walk but another walks in your footsteps
Distilling her spite through fragments of memory and math
Enveloped by a robe almost mute the clotted sound of capitals
I speak to you across cities
I speak to you across plains
My mouth is upon your pillow
Both faces of the walls come meeting
My voice discovering you
I speak to you of eternity
The seething city dense both with proud cries and lights
Overflows the saucepan of its eyelids
Tears flow away in streams of wretched population
Over the sterile plain towards the smooth flesh the lava
Of shadowy mountains the apocalyptic temptations
Lost in the landscape of a memory and a darkened rose
I roam the narrow streets around you
While you too roam different wider streets
Round something other
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Aye, me
Dead for more than 3 thousand years,
Placed on a rock, at the mercy
Of shades and wanton winds.
A wand spectrum, a dim ghost
Shapeless in my vacuity ...
Only the Spirit is life: an astral voyager
Anchored in an inexorable thought:
"I am Dead, they buried me alive!"
My torment
I know to have lived, for no more than a day,
For at the second day - Idolatry
They gave me an altar and a cult ...
They say they glorify me.
As if I were someone!
They said I was a God ... and shrouded me!
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The Disciples of light have never invented anything
but a very opaque darkness
The river rolls the small body of a woman
and that means the end is near
The widow in her wedding dress heads the wrong procession
we all will arrive late at our graves
A ship of flesh gets stuck on a narrow beach
The waves are waiting impatiently
closer my Lord to thee
The helmsman asks the waves to speak
They speak
The night seals its bottles with stars and makes a fortune
Large counters are built to sell nightmares
But they can't satisfy the Queen of Cold
This soul swears it won't ever leave at night to pick sage
between the feet of salt statues
Upon this a little saltcellar Cerberus gets on his thin hind legs
with difficulty
He empties into my plate what is left of my life
You'll put a lifesaver on my grave
What to salt the Pacific Ocean with?
He empties into my plate what is left of my life
The Disciples of light have never invented anything
The waves are waiting impatiently
closer my Lord to thee
The helmsman asks the waves to speak
They speak
The night seals its bottles with stars and makes a fortune
The river rolls the small body of a woman
and that means the end is near
we all will arrive late at our graves
You'll put a lifesaver on my grave
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The Traits in the Sky
09:08
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The fire that dances
the bird that sings
the wind that dies
the icy waves
And the surges of rumour
in the ear of distant cries
of the day that passes
all the weary flames
the voice of the voyager
all the powder in the sky
the heel on the earth
the eye fixed on the road
Where steps are inscribed
which the number unrolls
to the name that have left
in the folds of the clouds
the unknown face
the one which you watch
and which has not come
Anchises navel draping of the sea
the hands Erasmus dipped in gleaming tides
gathered the voltage of blown blood and vine
delve upward for the new and scattered wine
Oh brother thief of time that we recall
distinctly praise the years whose volatile
blamed bleeding hands extend and thresh the height
of imagination spans beyond despair
outspacing bargain vocable and prayer
And daffadillies fill their cups with tears
to stew the laureate heurse where Lycid lies
for so to interpose a little ease
let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise
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The stone cocks turn to crystal
they defend the dew with battering crests
and then the charming flash of lightning
strikes the banner of ruins
The sand is no more than a phosphorous clock
murmuring midnight
through the arms of a forgotten woman
no shelter revolving in the fields
is prepared for Heaven's attacks and retreats
It is here
Evil gathers its strength quite near
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Night jostles her stars
it rains sand and cotton
it is so hot
but silence weaves sighs
and the glory of summer
signals a little bit everywhere
of heated crimes
of people who'll overthrown thrones
and a great light
in the West
and the East
tender like a rainbow
it's noon now
all the bells answer
Noon
waiting deaf
like a great animal
gets its limbs out of all four corners
it advances its claws
the shadow and the beams
The sky will fall on our heads
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People gather
to sorrow evermore
the infinite void
They Raise their arms to the distant sky
And apostrophizing the invisible gods,
They cry out:
Impassive gods,
Why have you created us?!
To whom it serves the triumphant destiny,
We who incessantly generate
Pain, sin, illusion, horrour,
In a cruel whirlwind and raving ...
Was it not better to have forgiving peace
Where nothing would exist but void,
Having peace to sleep forever?
Why to this pain have you summon us?
But the gods, with an utterly trembled voice, sigh:
Men! why have you created us?
To whom it serves the triumphant destiny
To whom it serves the triumphant destiny
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SALQIU PE, Brazil
A mysterious entity swallowing the light into the darkest abyss, marching mechanically into the realms of Salqiu, the most
obscure Lusitanian Warrior God of the Dead and the Underworld...
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