Le Corbeau

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The day is breaking on the eye of the soul

A heart trapped in a whirlwind on fire

by- cactus Raised with the H of hate/

In the mazes, fire and sorrow

In life, in pain of a stake/

By bugle of flesh of a God

A symbiosis of litanies by reeF/



Awake the bad luck in thirteenth mourning

The OOzing trilogy of an E

Explode the Rubicon in tears of a pact

A rotten confession to the Menstrual of an act/

One day,

Of blood, pick the magnet field of a Body

A such-and-such county life in despite, the hysterical wrap

Don't Speak anymore, the sanctuary hold strongly the sin

Night,

Coding Night/



Stink/



To the best, a bath in the sewers of the unawareness

In departure for the dead season, pale rewarD

A by-flint- caesura, a symphony for the agony/

In Us, the fiascO,

From a Prophet while waiting the Mummy

A pray, to Profane the aura, the blast of a tiara/



The J of Us/



Only a torture knows, the Harmony of a blasphemy

Handle the two- trier to the sigh of a sob

Blood on fingers of a burden/

Sorry to the Praise of a J who knows the stink

To encroach on the Goddess in rag, Intromission/

The consecration of a gagging distress, a hole set if we….

The nebula-chink, perPetuates the Evasive with a Furrow/



Stink in U Stink in M/

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