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sexta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2016

all damage done



those heroes

with no names

are still fighting

for a better tomb



where is

no memories to mend

no means

for an end



the original faith

lies in the island

of forgotten tongues

a scrap of doom

 is enfolded

 in every gloom



in a fool's game

running for a hungry affection

that dies again

in blame

and deception



the whore's derision,

lying

at all god's envision,





the cruel faces

kept changing

everyday

through the shapes

of this nights and days



and through

this earth´s stage,

the female

forgotten touch

was the only opening torch



the roses

with the thorns,

a reminder to you

that all her sacret thoughs

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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