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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,


at all god's envision,

the cruel faces

kept changing


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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