WE ARE ALONE

Descending from a silent sky death comes to take me away, I can’t face the pain
Silence is the answer to my questions, silence is the answer to my preaches, silence is the only answer
Jesus Christ asks me to pray, I know his face, his pitiful eyes... A begging crowd, a deaf divinity, brothel and soul, heaven and God
Silence is the answer to my questions, will it be the victory of coffins?
What is faith? The greatest grief, as loving in the dark and nobody answers to your cries. Who takes care of this creature? Angels, Satan, God, or just the void?
Silence is the answer to my questions, will it be the victory of coffins?
We must learn to be strong, to cry, to dialogue with the nothingness, no one listens to our madding chant, we are alone...
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TO BE DEAD

You sigh, walking those raining streets, looking for a nook to sleep... You would like to be dead some two days, maybe a whole year...
You followed that dog’s trail, his eyes looked at you brief, uninterested, with no intensity, where was the mercy?
Silence seems to be my oxigen, even I avoid my monologues...
Every day and every hour life seems to have no other wish than to push me hard to my death, to my hole naming the sorrows I’ve seen...
Maybe I deny love and hope and the life itself as something strange!
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BECOME YOUR OWN GOD

Welcome to the brothel of souls...
Yesterday we were executed by the justice of men and now our souls knock at God’s door and it opens, he’s on the floor ignoring what he has done! Ignoring what he has done!
His eyes reveal us a disturbing truth, no compensation for our pain don’t sing, don’t pray, don’t blaspheme, the drunk God’s sleep is too deep, do you know what you have done? Do you know what you have done?
We, your work? You, our father?
Let us hear your displeasure or are you proud, conceited ghost? It’s so relieving to hate a father to become our own gods!
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FLOWERS AND DOG’S PISSES

I will laugh with no sense, vulgarly, I don’t want to be responsible for anything
A sad conclusion for a licentious life, he also was an ethical man
A child, a dog, a madman, all they smile, I am forced to imitate their mimetism
Desperate for getting their indifference,he’s the loser in the reign of weak
Drug with life, full of uselessness but advancing firm and stupid to its absurdity: The tragicomical obtainment of nothingness
Come and see my grave, there is nothing after death, just flowers and dog’s pisses!
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AMBIGUOUS HUMAN NATURE

Be honest, so be selfish you need the other’s love, to feel yourself caressed for their minds, to fill brain’s time
I am the only important thing, I love to be loved. It’s so easy to be a slave and so hard a free man
It’ so easy to be a slave, It’s so hard to be a free man
The misanthrope enjoys his solitude, you are not like him. Lie, blackmail, love and friendship, ambiguous words are they
Beautiful is the selfish act, just and worthy of praise. Man, your nature cries "I’m the only one", You shine among the living
Trust me
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BY GRAVEDIGGER’S MEANS

Barren countryside and leafless trees, the darkness deepens now... I know I have lived all these years by gravedigger’s means
Empty of life the tombs are, must be filled with our souls, stumbling and maintaining an useless equilibrium among the holes until we fall, we fall in one, the Lord hastens to cast the ground, and he, we smile comfortable in our coffin-jail created to control the rebelliousness of our dead flesh!
God of dogs, must love me, are you free?
Our dead flesh can’t no longer hear the absent crying of starlings, not even smell the blasphemy of my soul nauseated that finally God be who decides for us, surrounded by ewes I die. Dying in front of a bovine’s stupid look, confusing my soul’s cry with a bleat
May I ask why? may I ask why?
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MEANNESS PRAISE

I fly through the sky with furious hate smelling your abscence (My word is love and my breath is life) God of weak, of mediocrity, meanness praise
Lord of shadows...with the end of my soul you will die
Laugh at my doubts, shit on my tears, I’m pathetic, yes, I’m just a man (I love the things that I have created) I’m the bullet that will heal your sin, I’ve killed you once an I’ll do again!
You did not write the story of this fuckin’ world, you sign your lies under a pen name!
You are unfair, you are illogical, you are the fuckin’ void (I am the one who cares about you, man I am the one who cares about you, man I love the things that I have created)
No sin, no hope, no smiles, no tears, no God! No sin, no hope, no smiles, no tears, no God!
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METAPHYSICAL STAR

I am the maker, omniscient, omnipresent, fed with anguish, fear and pain.Look for answer? I am the answer
Are you a servile man? are you tired? I’ll embellish you, your weakness will become virtue... Be a martyr, a metaphysical star
Don’ run away from love that needs your tears to grow and grow, don’t escape, don’t think, all your flesh and soul belongs to God
Metaphysical star, metaphysical star
A panic-game requires you take your role, did you say the price I’ll pay? from your grave you’ll hear the bell
Sorrow, mercy, romantical and so tragical... Father, hear me, I am your son, with you very soon...
Crucified, you won our love, rebel soul, you died young, like a dog. Pain makes us much better
The best liar is the one who believes his own lies... Metaphysical star, metaphysical star
The best liar is the one who believes his own lies... Metaphysical star, this is the power of faith!
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