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And the angel said to me, your time is coming

Whispered tell me about yourself

I sat down and clasped my clumsy hands

The silence accompanies me in torment

I lose my mind in the company of fireflies

I open the chests of my memory

How many chests have i gathered in my head?

How many times will i recall it?

The shovel is heavy, it sinks into the soft ground

The deeper i drive it, the more the ground soaks with blood

It fills my pen and soaks into the paper

Written in my head like secret signs

And with each movement of my hand, my body recoils

More shadow from the lamp, more blood on my clothes

The lamp grows dimmer, as if it doesn't want to see

Casting the shadow of insect corpses, on the walls of the presbytery

And the angel said to me, your time is coming

Whispered warmly, tell me about yourself

And every hour i shrink more and more,

I'm dust for eternity, a moth in an extinguished lamp