Forget the past, the sinful path that you've token, once again comes to your mind the memories of the forsaken pain, the essence of life that has began in the birth of someone else that matters to anyone that doesn't care of himself. While you bleed, I'll remember the forgotten, invoke the unique and original, the demons that once killed your body and let your soul loose just to destroy the hopes and inspirations of humanity, to be curse that was once so wanted the was worshipped, once so terrifying that was labelled a work of the demon, the nails in the cross of the fake saviour. Leave this room and leave a trail of blood, the food of the night watchers, so I can follow you into the darkness where your mind is the light, your body is the source of heat and your soul is the essence of all. Your face is getting pale as your strength fades away like a silent music that tells the story of the man of a thousand pains. Useless decadence, dementia token over as sanity has left you mind and your soul. I am your friend, I am your demon, I'm the story teller that hunts your dreams and decides your future. I'm your all as you are one of my other useless stories, blasphemies written in dirty papers made by sinful thoughts. Sins against our souls. Sins among those who dared to say that were born from the moon.
Letting go another person into the pit, letting another soul fall into the abyss, letting another body be devoured by the never-ending darkness just for your sake. You won't rest, you won't let the pain in your chest and shoulders to die because it's your curse and it ends to be your life. Without them, you'll only be the shell of a men that you were supposed to be, the man who dared to walk in this Earth supporting the weight of humanity. Devoted to your own cause, you've let go those who you love, those who love you, your home land and all it's secrets and mysticism. Lay your head in the grave of a lost soul in the graveyard of the moon shadows. You've got to keep on the journey into enlightenment.
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n podias escrever dos outros textos... ja sei, como estou a pedir, não fazes, só mm p contrariar....
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