Thursday, May 14, 2009

Primeros Siete

All these shall be the end
as you kissed the last man

But the grotesque of fear
is not the only beauty here

Carve your mercy below savage
as you pray for your last age

Defects are not failure
but meaningless torture

Erectile minds soars beyond them
reaching the abyss of surrealism

Faceless sun awakens greed
consuming the devil's meat

Give me, your graceful tongue

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