Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine, cum sanctis tuis in aeternum, quia pius es. Requiem aeternam, dona eis Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Yet helped by your legs, your claws, your fins, your talons, it would have been easy for you to fight back. But then parasitized by their words, your nights and days were only a succession of submission and carelessness; hoping not anymore to try to understand their endless ignorance.
Eyes open to the truth. All enemies were brought down. On a hostile territory. It’s nobody’s fault. A sensible cohabitation, without contempt would have been enough to embellish your everyday lives. The choice of this race provided with knowledge caused your loss.
At the fifth hour, the howling is quiet; the agony takes place in forests and fields. Remember barking and mewing that pacified where eyes filled with fear under the assault of whips for the smiles of the arena. Forget slaughters that embellish with their harvests the pinkish skins of these bipeds anesthetized by sensibility.
Yet helped by your legs, your claws, your fins, your talons, it would have been easy.
And although this first vital resource disappears as she appeared formerly during her progress step by step, in an endless fall mix feathers, hairs, scales in thousands colors to end in the dark and gloomy darkness.
When he butcher, trim to the guts, shamefully abandoned by bloody breast wolves, lying in the deep ravines where rustled torrents and rivers. When beyond cliffs burns the wild star which never slakes as he removes from the heart of his prey his talons and hangs viscera from his hooked beak. Scavengers in a plaintive scream buried in plumages infested with vermin forget themselves and wait for the end to come.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
