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I have been riding for a long time

through deserts made of bones

and past struggles

in which I fall

Brush the grass and the stone

endless graves, endless memories

taciturn animals, hushed humans

endless graves, endless memories

Haggard Sin

My heavy eyes looks mothers and wives

alive, and with heavy coat on

whether I was friend or foe,

flickering flames from their black looks

Brush the grass and the stone

gentle and soft as a blade in meat

cold as iron

...But I fall silent and listening

Brush the grass and the stone

smells of silence

silent quiet that no one wants

...But I fall silent and listening

Whispers of bones

predictions of infinite equality

Haggard sin

Flickering flames

from their black looks

My heavy eyes scries

a flaming stone

My rosy hand brings many wounds

unblemished skin

Slowly now

in the cross

as it left its life

on those etching

names and numbers