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Here lies the saviour.
The angels applaud
the murder in heaven
of their saints and their gods.
Tear out your feathers!
Clip your wings!
Rip up your joy!
No more will you sing!
Then run beyond what's known
and scratch out your eyes
hate god for his deeds,
love the devil his lies.
There's blood in the street
and no can run
when destiny's coming
you will face the sun.
The angels applaud
the murder in heaven
of their saints and their gods.
Tear out your feathers!
Clip your wings!
Rip up your joy!
No more will you sing!
Then run beyond what's known
and scratch out your eyes
hate god for his deeds,
love the devil his lies.
There's blood in the street
and no can run
when destiny's coming
you will face the sun.
Literature
Les Limbes
Lost in time and space I tried to follow your path But you were already lost In your own reality. J’ai traversé le temps et l’espace, Suivi le vol des oiseaux. J’ai franchi les landes et les glaces En quête de tes maux. Je n’ai trouvé qu’un désespoir infini, Qu’une absurde surréalité. Je n’ai pas trouvé ma place Dans les limbes de ton passé.
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Descent into Madness
It has returned In the dark silence I sense its presence Watching me Stalking me Mocking me Just like before Lurching in the stillness Hiding behind every turn Staring menacingly It crawls near me whispering of invisible worlds “You’ve ignored me for too long,” its raspy voice exclaims. “I frightened you when you were young so, you simply pretended I wasn’t there For all these many lonely years. I was always near" "Now you’re old and you can ignore me no more” The fear crawls inside me but it no longer trouble’s me I feel myself shattering into a million pieces but becoming a part of a million more I sense comfort and strange familiarity of a forgotten home Slithering softly by my window-seal searching for a crack to float through Its mist mingles and lingers with the steam of my morning coffee There's something inside of us that we're all trying to destroy An apparition, phantom presence that we're trying desperately to ignore It mockingly stares back at me from the
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Quiet
Quiesce Until the dawns Inaudible respite Even as the silent sobbing Tells all
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