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I Am Salqiu, the Pandemic Moan

from To Whom it Serves the Triumphant Destiny by SALQIU

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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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from To Whom it Serves the Triumphant Destiny, released September 30, 2016

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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...

there is a Cosmos in the Underworld. A Dark, obscure aura that must be unveiled...
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