| Big earth’s extensions
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| Covered by what once
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| Were free man
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| And now they’re only dust
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| The mud still keeps some bone
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| As a relic of their lifes
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| A living shadow dwells keeping cool the memories smell
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| Only shadow, the void that it feels fill it
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| His lacking eyes of view and colour don’t cry anymore
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| Sky does for them
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| His teared voice by the anguish screams
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| Is still heard in the distance
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| Maybe confused with the brutal languaje
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| Of the hurricane rage
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| How many times it confronted
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| Against devastation and it won?
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| Days pass by surrounded by fierceness and cruelty
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| Of sadness and regret the hate and the pain walk along
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| With him, protecting him, agressing him, strenghting the fear
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| To continue in the grave of existence
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| Interiority’s hades, reason of death is what he needs to keep resisting
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| To keep tolerating the arbitrariness of daily’s suffering
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| To live in death
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| To die in life
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| To freeze the blood to burn the rancour that draw his veins
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| To burn the body and freeze the mind where inmortality’s remembrance will remain
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| To live in death
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| To die in life
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| To freeze the blood to burn the rancour that draw his veins
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| To burn the body and freeze the mind where inmortality’s remembrance will remain
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| A living shadow dwells keeping cool the memories smell
|
| Only shadow, the void that it feels fill it
|
| His lacking eyes of view and colour don’t cry anymore
|
| Sky does for them
|
| His teared voice by the anguish screams
|
| Is still heard in the distance
|
| Maybe confused with the brutal languaje
|
| Of the hurricane rage
|
| How many times it confronted
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| Against devastation and it won? |