The last immediate mistake
Like a shot in the back cloth
Dispersed the audience from the theatre
In the optic of the gloomy clown
There’s a procession in slow march
Sick scarecrows of the eternal empty
Wait the cure with lift hands
Or the order that rises from the chaos

The pointers orbit turning the life
Premature image diagnostic
That hides the globe (is) breaking the space (sss)
Spit in the ground on the contrary
The sound lights the desire
And slow water falls from the brown eye (cry)

The secret slave imagines
Patologic fact limits him
His faith chapel is a damned castle
An erased destiny of his written luck

From spasm to catharsis the art dies
So the remain that covers the hecatomb
Is cataplasm of narrow parameter
As the lacking grasp of a kiss

The fear becomes a fatal feeling
The mental entity lays
The anonymous right of holy degree
And the common sin estabilishes itself

Corsary at brain’s disorder sails (on the water)
Assalting one own in discord
Ceptic spirit without scruples
Articulating words and caresses
Occupies a creditor body
And leaves excuses on the exit.

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