It has empty eyes,
drinking eyes,
giving sons.
The mind, the beauty - all this evil.
Its mouth swallows everything . br/>Clocks are the hands,
the nails are sweet,
no bracelet is found in the emperor's car.
I feel at this moment how our graves touch.
The dear wisdom,
drives apart souls and amplifies the soul side,
full flowers sprout in its eye sockets.
On the head of the creature are black halls,
Deep-dark craters,
Stirring expanses of ice.
Counting.
It rises from the sea,
like a cancer.
A yearning hymn that is played in the gut,
a sweet sound that fills the sky. as a skin-white drift.
A white-flaming stream of stars,
breathed in as darkness.
The pull of the void.
Souls of violets smoke,
which with its hellish grips goes around the sanctuary,
behind the grimace of death,
under the epileptic stallions.
Truth is eternally deep,
there is The body of the house,
a madman suffocates in smoke.
The heart freezes. it's cloudy and cold,
there is a slow breath,
you can see a frozen moon.
the stars are burning,< under a dark hood.
Scarlet cloak.
Envelops the darkness of death.
Its forehead is marked with mighty runes,
golden chains glitter.
White hands wind the cogwheels,
The clocks break down,
the bones crackle.
The tongue is loud,
stares out into the void and transcribes the said rules.
This slaying merges with the memory.
Thoughts of waking up from the nightmare,
ideas of existence within the flesh;
torn apart by raw ¶num.
Formless,
Floats itself over the waters,
gets out of the cave of hallucinations,
for the first time.
à Through a bejeweled head.
Its mouth as a bitter two-edged sword,
with six wings full of eyes;
as a witness.
Slicing the sea of u200bu200bglass,
between reality and nightmares. Willows.
From flesh to prophecies that overturn thrones.

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