Dark Thoughts, Dark Music
night falls within their own traps
the deep sentences shaded on the dark centuries
unknown caverns of the dark musessang for
the deaf and the mute.
bones were harvested
like corn in the midst of plenty,
in the battlegrounds of conflicts
from the thruststeels and the bullets,
it was never too hard totaste the blood.
and feigninnocence,
the kings with their madness,
the powerful with their armies,
the loud men with the anger and invectiveness
the blind where lead by their blindness
the mute by their silences
the loud men with the anger of invectiveness,
the shy.one hidesin their turtle shells,
now here comes the pious, waiting for salvation,
a heaven that never understandspestilence,
no wars, no demonology but its own transitions
ofthe dark thoughts after the bright sunlight,
to bury the corpses in the dark silence.
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