Sap
filthy creeps among the roots are far
but the land does not lie
Again
are tearing
Again
everything is indifferent
flowers climb
groan, wilt
deafness in Estate
of shards and syringes are closer
says the raven sick
are closer and will have no mercy
The heart is an abyss
is the calm of the rock and whispers
something to the gods who did not
A litany blasphemous
The most atrocious prayer
tightening and then relies on the lips of the wind
Nymphs sordid
you grant to nothing
Their hands
lap swords
Again
is time for war
Again
the forest perish
leaves broken
prove the last dance
even though they know that no one observes them have already arrived
old crow cries
have already arrived
we escape
The heart is an abyss
is the calm of the stone
and whispers something to the gods who did not
A litany
The most horrible blasphemous prayer and then tightens
that relies
the lips of the wind
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