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sexta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2016

damage done

the heroes with no names
are still fighting for a better tomb
no memories to mend,
no means for an end
success after success,
enfolded in every gloom
current streams, a fool's game 
expecting nothing 
expecting everything
from the mothers affection 
to the whore's derision,lying
all god's envision,crying
the cruel faces kept changing
the shapes of night and day
at the earth´s stage,
the open sky was not yours
the roses 
with thorns 
through a gipsy maiden's arms
her sacred thoughts are not yours.

the vile's will,
the slaughter's hand
that rings the bell
in this wasteland
all eagle's claws are still
clutched to the lost years ark.

but who's gonna repaid all these years?!

who's gonna manage all the damage done?!

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