Acta est fabula

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 ...