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Have you ever watched the sky filled with black spots?
and then how it  howled in pain as if it had been plowed by a saw
this is how the soul climbs an electrified barbed wire fence
an avalanche descends demonically over the villages

shattering the monotony
a sea of ​​flames sleepy noises tear the trees
this all happened once before beyond time
I no longer know where I am floating in this closed space of despair
I once collected such moments admittedly few
fragments of conversations of childhood happiness while god
opened the window in other dimensions

my ancestors are waiting for me
the poets began to sing it's just a dream I told myself poets only bleed
they tear off pieces of their own flesh and share it with mortals

they never have
a soul only theirs and an unseen body

look mother soldiers don't come home after 40 days
 on the road lit by the sun

neither the living nor the dead have tears left let the tombstones cry