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on mortal earth,

In his loyal heart erected
a temple of Hades
enveloped by ominous hymns
He danced trailing a whimsical edge
searing open smiles of the skin
sobbing fountains of red,
Strings of liquid thirst falls
from the seam of his lips
panting of ecstatic rapture,
Eyes streaming Dionysus's tears
of sadistic soul blinded by holy stars
gleamed with insanity.
His indifferent mortal limbs
drenched in sanguinary elixir
of abyssal darkness from inferno;
It melted his distorted corpse
with divine torment swelling
from the inside.
O look at how that poor thing's
external frail petals ashen
and curl picturesquely:
An innocent creation is peeled off,
a tragedy taking its course,
Crumbling and falling
on the earthly ground of the conscious
in melancholy.
Till the last faltering of the petal
marks the end of a young valiant spirit.
And the rebirth of an unknown.






Furies: petals falling on the ground,
the fresh spirit of Hebe no longer is.
Through the smoke of sad annihilation,
it take a solemn vow by the Earth and the Sky,
that he sold himself wholly to the
unknown
forever and ever and ever and ever
and ever
and ever

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