Welcome to the theatre of the end of times !
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Tribal adornments parody .
Harvest of generations .
Heavy earth ,where seed becomes
false promise .
gall of the seasons .
bitter honey ...
Silence of roots chained on the belly
of the old tree .
\'\' Wife pour me a cup of wine ! \'\'
Said our father .(Hollow be your name! )
The herd rolls its eyes .
Birds of hell interrogating the mass grave
where innocence ceases to be a virtue ...
Let\'s sing and celebrate !
Putrescible memorial waters
and bubonic black friars !
the corpses boo the naked actors !
We take the father away
with the last cup of its blood !
The great mystery of the divine fish
was nothing but the failed dream
of a broken celestial mechanism !
Yet it turns !
It swoons ! staggers and links !
There where identically,
the curves are homologated ...
Lethal swoosh .
But do not believe the truth of the stars.
They are just insects,
pinned to the blue of a rag ...
If you question the mirror ,
only the void of social voice,responds ...
Desacralized echo of an inspired end .
Get out ,you ,masked ectoplasms !
Today\'s program includes a batch of martyrs
to be immolated !
Alleluia come on, come all !
Children must be educated with fallen heads.
In the kingdom of the blind ,
madmen fight over the crown !
\'\' Wife ,pour a cup of wine
to this poor heretic ! \'\'
Lets applaud the chaos of the times .
No one knows their role anymore .
Acta est fabula ...