bryan - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

A black dream ...


Satan kills slowly gloomy shadow
wine raven sees the black
they still leave
be aware of the black dream of his face
sick again, life is waiting for the sun
I
silence in the face of each KPI from the flame ...
ill wind kills blasphemous despair at the last blood
Who knows whether the seemingly omnipresent darkness looks at reality?
leaves uncertain redemption
remember strictly for slaughter absurdzie
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