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An unuseful Verb stabbed by a lost Fool.
Excesses of the mind ornated by diamonds of fancies.
Incandescent Passion in which water has become salt.
Unuseful groins exploded by melted desires.
a Sun doomed to perish under the vacuum of Love.
I drink from your deeds…
too clenched fists
that cannot brandish the swords,
for defending your rights or wrongs…
refrained venom incidents in your brain.
The paranoia of the duel between incestuous feelings,
and proper dignities..
or may be…
unquenched by sweetness.
Fate is not the destiny of any miracle.
Miracles are free going…
as the running of lava and water..
under the skin of the indifference.
But you are not… like that…
All the characters of the Life´s realities,
fathoming your father’s Ghost..
have been destilled into your womb…
and melted … fissioned….. and at last,
congealed in an icy cage of mad reasoning.
Straightforward…. looks deep…beyonder
Celestial crown… with stars and moons,
not pressing your temples..
as the kings’s…but,
wheeling around as incarnated aeons of Time.
And the Dark Night of …your Soul will eat your Reason,
unconsidering… the reasons,
of your erratic inner discourse…and..
will root them into the water,
where you are bathing your sitting throne.
Lowest than the lowest…
old Kings and Queens…
loose their glamourous jewells..
in order to couple with the Devil…
as the Seeds of a Lineage…
bred…. since Man is Man….
and Sun has been creating,
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