And if our lives?
hyaena when new spit elusive until now pain
to shadow
crow burning red before men
wine spit between your hands at the end of a hypocritical delusion collapse
frightening as lethal lies weeping wine
deceitful before death lies like a shadow ...
dying dreams forever
but the sun the heart suffers
ravens forget about the seemingly fatal redemption
but the reality of my longing to forget the Cross
host of the...