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Forced to pause amid the breath of petrified nostrils

Beastlike, primeval, looming

A golden crown and raiment weigh heavy up his path

Where opulence is ballast rise the corridors of savagery

Feeleth it not a touch of a pale hand

Heareth it not a warning chant

No maw so eager to swallow tongues in abjection

A grotesque mating dance

No nakedness so hostile

Chased uphill between silent monstrosities

Minatorially echoing isolation

Limbs wounded and basted with the salt of thе mountain

The grimace of God's instinct is beautifiеd here

And she shall not relent...

A prayer for death as a poem to the stars

Gold dust trickles through hands that reached towards the nightsky

A rotten heart of greed is buried tonight

Forsaken uner rock, becoming clouds

Bonfires fed with remains of fortune

Let them be seen from afar!

Chasten us all and never soothe the mountain

"Sie waren wie große Vögel und dann waren die Trompeten zu hören. Und mitten in der Finsternis entstand ein weißer Schein

Entsetzlich kalt! Ich dachte: Jetzt zerbricht die Erde in Himmel und Hölle! Und dazwischen: Nebel! Undurchdringlicher Nebel!

Der Nebel ist gut, sonst würden wir sehen was wir nicht erwarten."