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The Hangmans AxiomRectify sentence of a death too youngA fixed place in Hell?Keeps these scars in your arms And welcome the temptation of another Christ “this death across my mirror’s edge cannot shine” I dress my hero’s costumes And look still to the crowd Feeling for a day to be loved by stones The hand of God caress me When I’m saying “the end” You speak (me?) about devotion The interlocutor didn’t answers We’re asking for love From our slaughters, brothers and sons But I’m not so scared To no ask for more blood Drowning this poisonus passion! “Between two death: this is place of no pain” wait for a victim set flowers and crowns children are restless: day-dose incomplete fighting this hunger with bland surrogates “Mother!Oh, mother! My eyes are blind – he said, feeling the same bloodily settled in the nape – so wash this blamish with stigmata’s blood! Mother and father In a couch of pain… (hangman’s Axiom) |