Dark thoughts arise
from your decadent mind,
they drown you into its depths.
A foul exciting stench
scents the atmosphere,
attracts victims of their own lusts.

Drink from this wine.
Taste some… some of this hell.
The crowning of your lust.
You're a simple doomed
Enjoying the poison.

Self-destroyed lives,
their souls claim victory
over the flesh left behind.
Heavens didn't open their gates.
The lying glories of man
lit up ghosts without light.

Man lights his permitted fire,
his lamps of vain power,
sometimes lights his heart
and doubts.

What to look at?

Towards what barren moon?
Towards what dark mouth?
What cliffs, what seas?

Here on earth a flesh breathes.
A shadow lengthens.

Your shadow spits a painful scar
that earth pronounces when it creaks.
An undeserved land.
Truth doesn't reside in the mouth
or between the teeth.
Truth rolls like a dull sun.

Man's redemption
Is an imaginary solution
to a non-existent problem.

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