The Darkness Will Understand
In the bed I do not rely on commandments
The roses already fraught with wind
How many clocks do you ask
While the morning overladen with eternity is late
Delirium morning
They foresee the end of the world
Through star gates
They will wish to open them, open them they will not be able to
They will wish to close both them and the road
The poems shall herald the dead
The dead and the living will depart for false mouth
Without a single sense
My God sleeps murmuring prayers
After which I inherit sadness, wind, mountains, birds
Yet hands and bole resist
I do not fear bullets
And horseman of the apocalypse
But you
My beloved Father
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