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Clinking Bones:

I was walking in the darkness of my mind

I felt the call was close.

The earth smelled of death

My excitement grew,

The return was imminent,

Where I was once introduced,

To the sweet smell of Death.

I was not alone ...

Accompanied by a mother

That can take your life away,

Holding you in a soft suffocating embrace.

The leaden shadow is there!

It plays hypnotic tinkling vibrations.

I descend the nine steps of death,

Dug into the purple tuff.

Be guided by the smell

Of decay.

Now you can't do without it,

It penetrates you ...

Come down again ...

Light has never been baptized in this ossuary.

Buried in black water,

In a deep well,

Bottomless.

Enter the darkness,

Of sepulchral tunnels.

Dead fetuses, created from sperm

Of god's novices,

torn from wombs, married to the co-redemptrix Virgin.

I play with the bones,

of never-born creatures.

Creating invisible sounds,

The clinking of their little bones,

Opened my way ...

The portal is now open,

I'm coming...

Under the influence of 579 waning moons.

SINUMA OSSAR

LUKUEBRU TUE

NEEGRUMASS.