Soon it is time for development; coccons, rivers and fantasies.
Adolescence, love is a fever in iron bones. Sleep while fauns,
Horses and wolfs are spreanding trenches as archetypes in
Our brains. God is alive. Vulcans, deers, meadows along
Rey plantations, trees in autunm, orange and yellow leaves,
The wind is carrying our childhood memories.
Thine brown eyes as temples inside my ontological liberty.
Passions, fears, dragons and purgation flames. Streets and
Highways. The forbbiden fruit, there´s a lot of apples
Scattered in our apartaments, houses, neighborhoods,
Squares. Despite, Primarly inside our souls, minds as
Well as bodies. The demon adores superb men, cause
Pride is a deep root, which comes from all evil
Pure offert for other requires pain, sacrifice and renounce.
Life only makes sense at sainthood discovery, be in
Genuine love is like die of pain and each moment is one
Sublime ressurection. Stay in earth, building our celestial
Residence. Therein exists all eternal life meaning
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