pains and chasms

 

he carries the knife, like a wounded love

lit's the world on fire,

to form his own land

with a concealed strand

hurled the threat 

and indulged himself

into the flesh appeal

forlorn he fell

into a underworld

to contemplate all it's

poisonous core

at war with angels , 

after a dismal sleep

it's now time

to claim new routes

by fire

at war with punctured idols

the blood gushes

through

his wreath

with the treachery of humanity,

he falls from grace,

into the boughs of abnormality

a shroud of victory, where their kingdom falls

the immortal fray of opposites,

spoke to us in tongues

of threatening demises

endless paths through fiery wrath 

reaching out to their souls

and summoning you,

to me back again

to bare this light

with me

through all our ways

(of pains and chasms)

gritos,

qual destes o espetáculo

mais miserável e pungente ?

que desventuras 

tão graciosamente 

desvendadas?

- na vingança 

da razão

que veio até mim.