There is no significant dream
Than the reality upon us all
And those nightmare of lucidity
Scaring the instant present
of our fall
Endless pain
as the time runs cold
so black as the oil of my blood
resting under the soil
errupting the fuel of my memories
Sarcasticaly as those creeping visions
remembrances of decaying sins
as the wars storming through my inner self
as the I gives position to me
Alexandre Farias
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