Anatomy of revolt
It is in the air to breathe, a wave of sighs torn and captives.
current particles drunk and electrical
alternating, overlapping, in a flood falsely animated.
Against your chest smoky breaking waves centenarians, a sea of black and purple.
The scum of the perpetual onslaught leaves on your body transparent
the stigma of a dream violated.
In your greedy eyes color, are projected by deforming the glimmers of a life absent.
melancholy Bird and ephemeral feather and wind, to the universe
Suspended by an invisible link and worn.
bloodless In your mind, pearl silver drops a revolt cold.
It is fire it is burning;
it is improbable dream of a future immaculate.
In your guts and blood, lavas, ferment storms sad and silent. Advancing
row quark, while spinning and dividing,
lend to grow, every moment of your sorrows drowned.
From your mouth distorted with anger, born of volcanoes and sounds of verbs.
Plagues deaf and old carpet in the arms of oblivion,
pouring on the abject torment you like a predestined phenomenon. There
breathe in air, scents present and distant.
atomic beams sober and regular
diffusing exploded in a revolt of the abyss, reborn
MK on 10/02/2006
It is in the air to breathe, a wave of sighs torn and captives.
current particles drunk and electrical
alternating, overlapping, in a flood falsely animated.
Against your chest smoky breaking waves centenarians, a sea of black and purple.
The scum of the perpetual onslaught leaves on your body transparent
the stigma of a dream violated.
In your greedy eyes color, are projected by deforming the glimmers of a life absent.
melancholy Bird and ephemeral feather and wind, to the universe
Suspended by an invisible link and worn.
bloodless In your mind, pearl silver drops a revolt cold.
It is fire it is burning;
it is improbable dream of a future immaculate.
In your guts and blood, lavas, ferment storms sad and silent. Advancing
row quark, while spinning and dividing,
lend to grow, every moment of your sorrows drowned.
From your mouth distorted with anger, born of volcanoes and sounds of verbs.
Plagues deaf and old carpet in the arms of oblivion,
pouring on the abject torment you like a predestined phenomenon. There
breathe in air, scents present and distant.
atomic beams sober and regular
diffusing exploded in a revolt of the abyss, reborn
MK on 10/02/2006
In homage to our martyrs
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