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Hell is for others. In the city of steel, they lost their health.
Huge brick lungs spew black smoke out.
A cracked wall surrounded the buildings.
Sad city where screamed some bloody machines.
Plastic flowers and trees adorned false parks.
Giant towers divided dormitories ghettos into squares
Nature plagued by men and forbidden books.
In the city of steel, they shouldn’t doubt.
Any time, any places, overwhelmed by questions.
Men, half-angel half-devil, craft his mind.
Is understanding only belongs to men?
Does the thought is the only cleverness?
From the original foetus bring into the world.
Born from the wrath of storms and stars on fire
He waited patiently, triumphant and ardent fist.
Dreaming of greenery and the blue Men had righteous projects

In Paradisum deducant te Angeli, in tuo adventu suscipiant te martyres,
et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem.
Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat, et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam habeas requiem.

Under the frozen star of the dead, steeped in its chlorine, I remember then I cry over my fate.
Alone, in the harrowing hours, hot and loud tears run down my trembling cheeks.
And I slide on the slope to put me in hell, lifeblood pipe dreams. I’m sorry but I love it.
Even damned crazy and drab, I remember its words, so ordinary and beautiful
this spring to heart to support me all together. I love you, oh yes I love you.

And often, I think about my indifference.
All these misunderstood gestures, lost glances or screams?
No? No! I do not know anymore… I do not know if I believed and yet I should have taken my due to life.
Winning the tender love, not lose forever, look up and believe.
And when I visited this world, I attended badly; with raw feelings on the edge, which cut to
the chase a infected youth enough that they destroy what I had better deep within myself.
This broken heart full of love, stronger than faith, split this very pure soul, pure as the blue.
Oh God, Oh Muse, Oh Man, Oh dear forgotten souls;
what is more stupid, more absurd than to have to reach the end.

Text přidal roman59

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