My faith flung about
bone people_nation stand
Between a circle and a cross
they roam an edge, a death, a dance.
Collapsing,lamely,
I make a step as an albatross
Your short hair lightning
my light resides in you?!
Behind who,before who
God and the devil
Rich field with a reddish colour
do you betray my ancestor?
His past spoiled flower mine
on top of the meadow with a poppy colour
To tighten let us come onto the bottom of the sky
dying,weakly, to lie down onto the rainbow
Circle and cross mine his past flower,
The smell of burned meat expands
and his coming mirage shudders.
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