Poems Hidden On Black Walls

On squalid and stony walls
When the mind to the thinking bows
Sexton of the stygian shrine
Is falling into the same mistake.

One guardian is lost, one man understood
Still dust on the crown like legend.

On squalid and stony walls
When the mind to the thinking bows
Sexton of the stygian shrine
Is falling into the same mistake
How many times the question passed?
No matter first nor last
Escape from earth to dungeon space
Two eyes suffocated by pointing words.

One guardian is lost, one man understood
Still dust on the crown like legend.

How many times the question passed?
No matter first nor last
Escape from earth to dungeon space
Two eyes suffocated by pointing words

Let the existence of the devil sleep
To see and feel what should have been given
If the serpent wasn't hungry
And she is ready to hold his sin.

Farewell to the philosopher
In a century of damned tales
Age redolent of scorn with touchable things
Scavenged only by the abnormal force
Of the no choice.

Still the sexton envenomed with fear
In a funeral full of lights and fervent happiness
Of ignorance.

On squalid and stony walls
When the mind to the thinking bows
Sexton of the stygian shrine
is afalling into the same mistake.

With every tongue's speech revival reach.