Rose blood
runs on rails focal
the thin line of pain,
affecting the flight of thought
also higher.
furrows left by the sea,
intense and blood, which trace
with fatigue,
the Mountains of Madness.
penis and pain, escaping the sensations
absorbed the sun, I see the dune:
as if everything in some way,
has resumed its course, without me.
thousand colors, the reflections of light,
walk the line, now broken.
lame horses, drag the hair to the limits of the sign where the
which overlooks the white cliff, where it was born
once
my destiny.
Now I feel it, running at breakneck speed
find me in the night,
that fierce, that unforgiving, enter
cutting and piercing the chest. In the eternal night a cry
infamous
need to pay the bill, the flight is prohibited. Teeth
fatal
divoran that the members, and is poison!
Rose of blood from the jugular
quivering, helpless now.
Eyes of prey,
spit flames in search of a God
hum of wheels
run as hell in a vortex of infinite
pure horror.
Eyes of fire, turn off at dawn
a new sun will rise this morning:
largest and most true.
already hear its flames burn, drag
echo of millions of screaming skulls.
It 's a perfect day,
to die.
(danleroi2008)
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