letra de veins like burned trees (the awe that walketh in obscurity part.1) - xaon
even if one of my friend went down
into the concentric and putrid caves
parceling the circles of h-ll
and if one-another was hit by an unknown light
when he crosses the eyes of laura
under the soiled flags of babylon, where slept the popes
i don’t know if they lived the kind of horror that i’m living
when i cross a new face
or when a shadow moves behind my still back
i sleep under the straw, hoping to go back to the very beginning
just before i knew to calligraphy certaldo’s prestigious name
in order to avoid their their hostile hands
i hide myself under the straw to sleep
and when i wake up, the cattle is already dead, their flesh’s blackening and all of these prayers and all of these mournings are just a prelude before their silences
the moment where i was warm
and where her breast was so soft
theses br–sts are only artifices, hiding the black snow’s hearth
what it flies and copulates with the high-winds in order to go back and to decimate everyone by my sides
in order to avoid their hostile hands
i hide myself under the straw to sleep
and when i wake up, the cattle is already dead
when i was to the gates of the city
they already were lying on the ground
as in prayer, t–th clamped by the soil
the motionless eyes, the blackened skin
buboes filled with toxic liquid
and all of these persons as forgotten in death
these thin women who breastfeed their dead children
the plague-lord p-ssed through the gates after the blackened snow, the miasma of his minions
the plague-lord is hidden
when he is feared, he rapes our souls and marries our fleshes
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