Respiration Of Crickets Experiments

vent in my Mind Warp

hatred that is going to go out of our dear
laveremo the sins of yesterday
our false ideals ...
in their lymph blasphemous
forget what we
what ever will love. In ice


save our feelings at the end of all time
where not even the meat is exhausted only escape
shiny examples of corruption in the display case
iced with our mortal remains, the latest of our vile
prayers
Late order will be conscious to laugh at the old
losses.

And the desert world left behind
not pay back the joy of our little ghost,

for eternity in the mirror and just conscience without love, without the disease
arts
a thousand dreams
distorted reflections in the eyes staring
cold year of the dead, who never write verses in
. In every century

gangrenous

like a tidal wave will be our memory of pain
helpless desire

not remember a word and even the dust, in the ages that will

there is no place for the ashes
daughter born to dance naked
affliction no,
the luxury of damnation will
forgetfulness of all but the most expensive item.

Your name, plug in the heart
not cause rivers of blood
bright purple veins frost
will guard the dumb beats
the plaque for the venerated martyrs
Dura Meat Needless
deconsecrated church in the cold
Supreme Reason of icy tears and silence
never end in this prison, where I'm locked
,
to hear the song of the last deceased
on the south-west wind blowing
welcome brother, well come to you
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