quinta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2013

Hourglass of Darkness

Hourglass of Darkness

Shout to the wind whispers in my ears
the pace of the duel bats
the bloodbath it all makes sense
black clouds deixão devotees sun blind

The hourglass of darkness belongs to the Czar
Sovereign of the black tears of resistance soldiers
involved with a lucky bet on unlucky
blackening and bottling the existence

veins poison distillation tower
thicket barley blood spatter
bribery gargolas with meat and poison
our underdogs feel the sultry the swamp

the scent of desperation stink of human
as liking extinguish all lights
the trail of blood that darkness has not measured
with the bones of the dead make new crosses.

Arthur Netto

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