Gods like drops of rain
fall down over the world
the rivers and sewers take them
the dark being washes their memory
where the light doesn't manage to come
in that depth lies the men and their mystery
it's a rumor of blood for a precarious time
in the swaying of waves it feels
attraction and dizziness
deaf bells gave welcome to gods throughout history
those who never clarify
what is
Death.
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