A site of longing and explosion
Bleeding with tiredness and diligence
All the circles and limits of the world
All the dots and borders
Like this, the bastard world
I consume the beauty that overwhelms me
It falls prey to the possible
In the knots of temptations
It throws him outside the place...

I was not except to dig graves
To leave the dead behind
Hidden beneath the roof of those they loved,
They become pale from staring
For the sake of those who did not die

It is a nightmare that would come to an end
Or there would be another beginning!


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