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The will of
the sirens
is hunting
for human souls.
The stinger
infects the brain:
the greed of things
is a scorpion.
The whole world
won't satisfy
the thirst of new
collections.
That's why I searched
through restless nights
the way to fill
the void within.
Once in a book
the answer lay:
a ritual
to have it all.
So now I know
what humans own
not only goods
of wood or stone.
They own despair,
guilt, pain, remorse,
fear, hunger, hate and
love without hope.
The Winter’s
impetuous rain
let drops unmask
a blank shape
The shadow
to erase my fears
soon took the form
of a young maid
“The reason why
you called me here
is that you want
one of everything.
For every thing
that humans own,
I’ll give you one
greater in return.”
So now I know
what humans own
not only goods
of wood or stone.
They own despair,
guilt, pain, remorse,
fear, hunger, hate and
love without hope.
Everything that humans own,
all the things, the feelings, the thoughts
Everything but Death
'cause is Death which possess men.
The will of
the sirens
is hunting
for human souls.

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