A lighted candle
guide me down the road off,
death and the uncertain fate
invalidating sparingly,
repentance impetus
challenging anoint my head
with the sacred oil of wolves
with red wine from this cup shredded
as the rope that hangs and
swings like a child in his crib
numb and dazed
children's magic and the Gods
of religions Greek, Egyptian,
pagan, Catholic and Christian
not understand the problem rite
that becomes legendary in the metropolitan capital
If juveniles are riding in a flurry of
yellow twilight.
'm not kid is April. Ravaged by my
guitar wails and sobs as heat in each
lost note at this time, bouncing risky
with desire and endless new bride and lights are
the woman of my dreams ...
'm ghost in your past, was the one who discovered eternal
secrets of your life, in the vast wisdom of
night I was your apprentice who wakes up early adulthood and is happy.
In a cry of despair at the ancestors
the hermit penumbra is confused
desire and power persuaded to take the hidden universe
my feet, give up on your body orgasms
deadly lie in your eyes, in carnal desires and
spells away from witches and their evil ...
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