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- The Apocryphal Wisdom Of An Allegorical Apocalypse -
The prophet:
Many martyrs have fallensince I passed that what
The truth:
Many skies have bled.
The prophet:
Many gods did return, many prayerslost their aim many loves have felt.
The truth:
Many suns were born.
The prophet:I wonder if the children will forgive ...
When the light dies through infinite darknessand the children start to cry:when a scream turns to a whisperwhen the ages bleed alive ...
Reality becomes illusionillusion is reality;is this an alliance of the ancientor the new birth of a prophecy?
Unnatural beings, morbid existenceresuscitated horror, ambigious visionssee the apocalypse - rise ...
We werebanned by the fire, in the grip of the ceremony.
We sawtypes in our hearts, we denied every life we could give
Andinfinity grasped out for slaves, day by day - year for year.
Whythat prophet spoke to the abyss below him:"
Have we ever been free"?
And behind the shade sleeps an apocryphal wisdomin the hour of twilightin this legendary times ...
Unnatural beings, morbid existenceresuscitated horror, ambigious visionssee the apocalypse - rise ...
Now that the breath has gonethe fire claims its might;now that, in this dark milleniumno master is alive.
Now that s castle standsbetween the ruins of the past;now that the omens wither away,no hope will ever last.
The prophet:I wonder if the children will forgive ...
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