Negaraliss9.
Poeta recién llegado
Thy heart art dusty as religious
creeping thine illness of superstition
minimizing facts of lost identity
Thy putrefaction grows over infinity.
Ye gods of sand and tragedy
breathing on shadows as ghouls
dancing in the imagination
Of the idolatrous dolts.
Quantifying our humanity
and as it seems without mercy
The unerring man is unleashed.
I deem our history shalt be repeat
appeasing brains with drops of mist.
For our king of death the glory
instead of us seeking knowledge
Far apart from the god´s tricks…
¡Requiescant in pacepour notre victoire!
creeping thine illness of superstition
minimizing facts of lost identity
Thy putrefaction grows over infinity.
Ye gods of sand and tragedy
breathing on shadows as ghouls
dancing in the imagination
Of the idolatrous dolts.
Quantifying our humanity
and as it seems without mercy
The unerring man is unleashed.
I deem our history shalt be repeat
appeasing brains with drops of mist.
For our king of death the glory
instead of us seeking knowledge
Far apart from the god´s tricks…
¡Requiescant in pacepour notre victoire!
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