I no more want to deal with the light I no more want to use the slang of life Ill no more say I am without blushing Breathing indecency due to the abuse of auxiliary verbs Man was thinking of dawn... built on a pile of shit Opened to this task, studying his fall and run to it At the entrance to a new era, the one of self mercy A second fall, more scornful than the first Consciousness dwells the void after your mind corrodes your existence Need to be a mesmerized believer or idiot to integrate reality Reality fading at every doubt or anxiety wave Then he accesses to the highest privilege Of getting lost, prime sicko of nature Corrupting the seeds, vice without instinct, Destroying strength The universe rots at his touch and time flies away With havoc With hunger My jaw in your wound No hatred, just fate Just Passion My foot on your neck Youll praise me when Ill be upstairs He could succeed and fall only upon the ruins of elements His task fulfilled, hes ready to disappear For how many centuries will we still hear his yell? We still hear his yell...
Posted on: Tue, 17 Jun 2014 23:42:53 +0000
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