Wanton Sin And Devotion Poem by Joyosemar Kaboco

Oh... epic, I exalt the soul wide open on the trail of poetry,
The grinding of teeth, in the Nubian jungle that cultivates armageddon.
I exalt the ovidio of the black canvases painted with the pain of the dragged virgins
Through the currents of sarcasm, 'EDO TREVO, ' the supreme pontiff sneers at this triviality; Bonfires, dungeons, shackles, reason and pain.
Although liberated in the puberty thought of luthero, lies the criticism in the lost paradise.
The chipped stone is transformed into a relic of death, the beautiful and ugly one witnesses the scales of men's wrath.
Oh... Epic, hatred creeps to the precipice, Frustrated in its devices, conquered and expelled resurrected in vast wasteland of the dead land.
God and heaven, the lap of blessing, the light of light, the darkness and songs of the Fatherland throne of Edenism.
Oh... Epic, I sacrifice my flock on the blood of Cain and devour in jubilation the anonymous mother's home of the belly paradise deceived.
Oh... Epic, triumph disoriented wandering over the waters of the flood in a lost land.
Legions and angels guarding the Ark of the Covenant. By God and Heavens.

By: Joyosemar Kaboco (Cosplutism)