the woe forgotten
by all fading joy
dwelling in your darkness
in a naked starkness, do i envisioned your ambition
or my delight?
(if thou are at my sight)
why can't i reach it through?
frostbitten,
this hands
in gardens of ice
to glare the whore's passion fruit,
to grab it
and taste it
in her womb of vice
cyclop
of all blind justice men
my will is free and shall forever be
i wear this garland of bones, in pleasures of steel
i bear the villain's blade, that spilled blood from the stones
i speak to you in ancient tongues, with the language that decifred the midnight seal
a contradiction tears the mind
as the man opens the door
a crest that sublimed in times before
and roused through our minds,
to blew it again
in visions of maledictions
our burning stars of beyond
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