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Tearing up sky,
Upon the promise of change—
Grounded salvation.

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Re[ver]se
Tearing up sky,
Upon the promise of change—
Grounded salvation.
Po[d]pis
Parafka gąszczu,
rynsztokowego zmysłu.
-- Zatarte umysły.
Mi[rage]
Dreams radiation—
Ingrained thoughts ground our fear,
Nobody's will heal.
„Malédiction”
Swords in spiral,
known as a life agony—
-Unchain my nature!
Döden
Overture of youth,
through the nightly parolee—
Cicadas fade.
Censor
Those eclectic eyes,
fading in glimpses of time--
Mesmerized breath.
Nat[ur]alised
Centipede crawling,
path covered within blood--
Stiff brutality.
En[gen]der
Stigma all around,
visible through dewy marks—
Greenest shades of land.
Di[ago]
Howling thoughts,
deeply in rotten chest--
--Because I lost you.
Sower
Deluded whisper,
Erased by stagnant life—
Fluttering warmth.
Re[grow]th
Vines coldly paused,
Climbing back in time--
Loosing rosy days.
Delirium
Cloudless rays of minds,
In the grey, shadowed sentence--
Enchanted words.
Tour[name]nt
Coldness in breath,
Of tangling savage winds—
—Leaves rustled softly.
Ac[count]ing
La sangre etched deep,
In rooted thoughts, immersed —
—Waterfall hears.
Na[tura]lism
Leaves missing trees,
Abandoned by the cycle—
That’s winter crying.
Div[is]ion
Melody of dream—
Tender fragrance of raining,
Sabotages youth.
Journal
Those small words of yours—
We are ready to get burned,
In your paper thoughts.