Mensagens
"and by the darkness
of that night
he came to know himself
as blight
born upside-down
and on a tether…"
the arrows of doom
cometh to our flesh
in a sacrilegious ritualistic will
weaving haze
that cleared
through a glory in demise
bringing the chariots
of a soul's damnation
the skeleton trees
bare branches
of what i was supposed to be
all that buried genealogical ancestry
but not one single child from me
the end of my fathers name
and his so called legacy
in their silent ways
and displaced souls
in the magnetic images
a hostage that bites the hand
through his life's incision
all response to a constant derision
obscenity in vitriol
as a response to all trivial
which senses the strains, through our astral plains
(we 'll be the furrows now…of an hellish trial)
