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These halfwits keep on

circling in the dust

breeding a profane stench

the concequence of lust

Behold the view

from the top of the world

Valleys and hills, lands and cities

born from the filth of sleep

that swirls in this husk

thinking of breathing

Dreamer,

I call to thee

not knowing your name

Liar,

there is something

in your eye

None will manage

to escape the storm of all storms

Can you hear, can you sense

The losing of it all

Painted, molded, managed

to cover up the production

of profound dullness

Animated, corrected, raped

to feed the hunger and the daze of the world

Entwine with corpses

Renew the dead

There is the wall at the end

Black wall painted with blood

from smashed skulls

Of those who had no eyes to pierce

through the tickest dark

Guardian,

Someone is wathcing you

from the shadows

Protector,

Something is seeping

through your walls

None will manage

to conceal the birth of this star

Outshining all that is

Burning these light's husks