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Dark inspiration braked my silence of soul

Candles lighted by a touch of the wind

And i have realized that if is vital to live so

To not feel shame to not be sad.

Voice whispered in the dark

Be truthful to yourself

A fiery ring of mother of the worlds

Flares in my mind

And reveals the essence of sad.

Existence of mankind struggling against.

The wail of misunderstanding

As wise ancestors sad

Only true help pass this life up to the end

Be truthful to yourself or leave away

But be straight.

Sacraments of black art draw in like a slough

And tempting abyss a magical circle

Pours put from us

Art for art’s sake.

VERITAS ECSTINQUET