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Dawn bird with wings of star flame
Descending into the branches of the dry tree of life
The voice of fire leaving in black nests
The chicks will peck all the temporary snake rings
Having broken the humble faces with a network of cracks in waterless cups
For every fruit of lack of will, the laughter of lashes blooming on blood
The blasphemies of creation bearing the trace of the sun's radiances
May they be scorched by the glow of the black abyss
Break the river's backbone by throwing it on your mane
Becoming the current of dark waters that brings the collapse of eras
Your move, like a pendulum of timelessness, says
About death not by dust but by blind ignorance
And become all the fire on the wings of birds
What do you carry in your lips whispering into the wombs of nests
But those who fell with dry leaves will not shine with flame
Having lived out all the juices in the cups of the heart
Sky by water and earth by fire and winds
Call his name through the screams and cries
Grace to serve as steel through the flesh
Song of salvation, prayer to the death of the stars
Be born and manifest by the death of the sun
Your gaze on the jubilant feast of black snakes
Inhaling through the earth, exhale with the roar of a volcano of black resin
Washing away a flock of stars
Fall on your face swallowing the flames
Drink the source, it feeds the seed, burn the larynx
Sing so that the coals shine in the wind with the light of black stars
To the song and dance the snake swallows its tail
Fire lights the houses of the blind prophets
Cry a dirge song in the eyes of the deaf
Gain your sight as you burn in the rivers and drink the source of fire
And drink the source of fire
When the night comes the holy gift
The sunset crowns the eternal throne of the one who slain the dawn
The death of the sun by the slush of the source
Let the passage of time flow like a river through the cracks of the cosmos
Hover at the bottom like a lifeless bird
Break through the eyelid of the edge of the universe with a tear
Cursed be everyone who is the blood of the holy prayer
Lil past the bowl, watering the worms of blasphemy
Every burning thing is a fire; every fire is denied.
All penance blasphemy to those singing doom
The righteous voice of those bearing fruits of faith
Burning shining blood of holy cups
In the dust burning dead water
Life forgotten by the sterility of death
The voice of his will, intoxicated with darkness
From now and ever and unto ages of ages