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Exiled from my flesh

I live as a guest of my name;

The disturbing mistake

where the smile is not born.

Black sun spring

silenced with poison;

The Metropolis of guilt

with his hunting eyes

(My shards dissolve)

In a buried story.

No memory of pain

Dying my blood

When the world turns

what will become of me?

Echo in the void

When the clock keeps on

Which hand will sentence my madness?

Verb incarnate

Thrown into a disguise

Woven by the gaze of God,

original sin

Where the thought does not flourish,

Lonely black voice

That screams from the pores,

Forced into the cure

For asking for freedom

Lie, Embody the mask,

Falls into the abyss

When the word turns

what will become of me?

Void in the echo

When the time keeps on

Which hand will sentence my madness?

Verb incarnate