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Requiem for a Dying Thunder

Fevereiro 05, 2025

Carlos Palmito

 

Who the fuck are we?
May I say I love you?
May I say I care for you?
What the fuck are we?
Trash in a bin?
Why are we here... still?
How can we allow it?
Why?
In the wind, who are we?
A feather? A stone? A cold?
A napkin under the taker?
You know...
I did...
Really...
Loved you.
Did you know what love was?
Just whisper to me...
This night.
One night.
Forever night...
Love me...
And then
I vanish into thin air.
I can't die, nor cry, here... in our joy!
Did you know I loved you more than ice on a summer spring?
The end of everything?
What was my everything... if you were not there?
Love me... And, Queen of me, I will love you twice more than a thunder.
Be my destruction, and I will kill every god in my fucking way.
Be my love, and I will be a king.
Just love me, almost as much as I hate myself!
But... love me, and I will find who I should be and give it to you.
I am Death... and you are...
Salvation.
Save me... Please.
Or just let me...
fall!

 

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