And the cross became my throne
And these thorns my crown.
You brought the rain
To take my pain away
But it drowned my faith in you.

Forget,
Forbidden name, for centuries unspoken tongue.
Hidden paradise,
Your wisdom tree taught us
To walk the way of the serpent.
Being ourselves: is it a sin to expiate?

Graves are full of empty words for worms.
Shattered hopes
Of those ones gone
With restless souls, but I
Deny the meaning of your.

Silent screams.
Hipocrisy: why to call martyr (to) a freeman.
Just open your eyes.
The truth wilts hidden
From the shadows of your ignorance,
From the fearless anathema.

Turn back to hope
To heal the wound up in my chest.
We bleed the stone
And then, the world says NEMA.

So much frozen tears like snow,
Nameless face murmur.
The lies you sowed
Are growing ill to impose
Aeons of empty words for worms.

Turn back to hope
To heal the wound up in my chest
We bleed the stone
And then, the world says NEMA.

NEMA, NEMA…Empty words.

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