Manifesto 35

In these lengthening dark nights, I feel nothing but the fracture of my indecisions. Slowly, I see my face disappear after the tenth sword, sinking behind the pictureless faces of the miserables. I know only this infernal fever that does not belong to me. The page tarnishes as the age of disillusion leaves. Yet nothing stops the tidal waves from carrying away the pain of broken hearts. 

In this hellish success, I lose myself in my duty, forgetting myself in the arms of my fathers, in this estranged earthly life. Here below, the fall buries the echos of this emptiness’ aches in which I am still rotting tonight. The absence of hope will no longer resonate in the valley that laughs at me, underestimating the endurance of the anger that holds us. The tower has lost its rocks as it crushed the wings of the blazing judgment. 

Music has left the painting leaking on beings on a drip who can no longer stand in the corridors of time. And with a smile on their lips, I see them laughing in order to hide their lies behind prayers. There is no time left to drag metamorphoses on arctic nights. Humiliated vermin have hurtled down the fields of an empire where the poison has given them  back to its guardian. Eyes filled, without discernment, I hook my wagons to destiny’s inevitability.

CAR ACT AIR 

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