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Thru the consequences

I've known that the birds see everything

in the red sky so dense

as I wait in the floor of limitations

My delightful pain and grief

eyes filled with mourning

ashes burned prosperity

erotic mysticism of a abstract thoughts.

Following the stair to the pendulum

that controls the equilibrium of myself

feeling the call of the Chasm

I hope I'll never fall.

The windows are open

for a soul tired of search

my force is now unleashed

I claim for my throne's return

To search to wait, to feel

to blaspheme in the god's dream

as I go for my aspirations

the birds will sing with me...