I have walked across a desert land
as l listened to the wolves
howling wildly
Though thunder and lightening I
march across
the storms, being the fire who never
vanishes
The ten commandments I am
being the burning bush who never dies
Expect no pity but only pain,
suffer and anguish is all what I bring
For I am the only one, for I am Death
For I am the reaper of yor dreams of fate
A shadow cyclone easily makes its way
in the already in itself battered essence
of that who day by day loses
strenght,
that little by little is consumed by disapointment
It calmly perceives truth, your life my friend,
means nothing much but your death
in these moments is everything
This way feel like each of my fingers
in both hands touch your forehead in
a clear submission act
If you manage to deepen more your
knees in the ground
your stigmas will soon dig the grave
of the non existence
I have raised myself with ten words,
verb becomes flesh in front of
your sceptic or non esceptic eyes
The ephemeral is the instant in which truth has
dissipated in the primordial chaos
Here I am to impose the absolute
truth in which
earth will absorb your blood and your
banal essence
as l listened to the wolves
howling wildly
Though thunder and lightening I
march across
the storms, being the fire who never
vanishes
The ten commandments I am
being the burning bush who never dies
Expect no pity but only pain,
suffer and anguish is all what I bring
For I am the only one, for I am Death
For I am the reaper of yor dreams of fate
A shadow cyclone easily makes its way
in the already in itself battered essence
of that who day by day loses
strenght,
that little by little is consumed by disapointment
It calmly perceives truth, your life my friend,
means nothing much but your death
in these moments is everything
This way feel like each of my fingers
in both hands touch your forehead in
a clear submission act
If you manage to deepen more your
knees in the ground
your stigmas will soon dig the grave
of the non existence
I have raised myself with ten words,
verb becomes flesh in front of
your sceptic or non esceptic eyes
The ephemeral is the instant in which truth has
dissipated in the primordial chaos
Here I am to impose the absolute
truth in which
earth will absorb your blood and your
banal essence