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We are on our road to heaven, they said, it is us each a heaven.
It is a place outside the boundaries of borders, quite so, it is their vern death!

Brick on brick, stacking morsals of flesh, melting soulless parts to gods.
The new, stacked from out the abbatoir refuse, devoid of gender, roots, faces...

Then do not hate you, yet then despise your mind,
Then do not hate you, yet then despise your kind!

Coarse stone walls, hands on a dial, cast iron strike of dawn, it is time in denial.
It is the point of a moment breaking away, it is the point of sobrieth breaking the chant...

How transparent a circle for the gods, how inherent a encle for the gods...

Into the daylight they keep on falling, fed on miles, they keep on crawling,
Fed on gin, fire, disgust, homewards, afield, ablaze...

One night I ventured the vaults,
One night I entered godforsaken halls,
One night I descended down stairways to caves unknown
Fo I had abandoned my strength to seek for lights to own.

Howling winds afar, they dwelled,
And lured as to embrace and consume a life,
Which cursed the skies, the light of day,

I tried to tell you of life, but those I spoke to where those lurking in the corners of the cellar bar...

I tried to reach out my shivering hand, but I thought not of the greetings, I thought of the grip itself...

I tried to read the heretic words, but those I read were the faces to whom I as my letters seem to mean the world...

I tried to look for a fight, yet what remained were clenched fist and shadows of freign words that made my day...

He whom existence itself has marked,
Walks onwards...
Below decrepid bones a path,
A narrow alley below oaken skies.
Which leave but few gaps
For higher lights to pass.

His obscure forest of time,

I saw the most brilliant men of my time,
Go to waste in a world designed for the weak,
Where creations bow to all but most to a master,
Who has no better advice than to turn the other cheek.

I see peasants claiming crowns, to take a logic down,
I see scepter-wielding scum on high thrones,
To pray and feast on traditions and the union,

I seek the sweet scent of the darkest of leaves,
I seek the amber taste to cure the boldest of grieves,
I seek the faces that know not to break my spirits,
It is here we find ourselves in isolated marble caves.

I got a feeling that we shall own this night shaded in earth tone,

Can you hear the voices of the lost souls?

Barbarians, fathers, souls, buried, to rot with the flesh, shame, hidden under the finest of threads,
Primates are not in the finest of threads and hate the future.

Launch ships to the sky, paint signs on a cave wall, breed humans from scratch, scare of witches with maple.

Obliterate countries out of sight, or a man with the thrust of a spear, for the joy of spite.

Fight for the last drop of water, or drown in the floods to come, minor variations are slight,

Civilians ships at Dunkerque, to swallow the thousands, steered under Jericho's sirens up high.

Two dozen nears a passage burning, yet not ouy coal, rebels ofthe wings, bleed and the tide is turning!
Three decades and the extremes are meeting, perilous storms, flaunting banners, flners, lives...

Arnhem, one overpath too far north-east...Alas! News needed over the air.
Stranded at wrong shores of the Rhine, take courage, take others the southbound line.
Where are the men of our time to summon divine winds?

Behold, the might of the waters,
Tamed and banned to the cauldrons,
Effervescent, yet in the depth: unquenchable lights
To overexpose my wounds...

Hail to the caldrons!
With power to reconstruct dreams extinct,
In the fires of time...