Τετάρτη 28 Σεπτεμβρίου 2022

War rides on

 



And the second seal is broken

War is riding his horse of fire

night painted red, prophecy is spoken

people burn on a funeral pyre


The Horseman rages upon the earth

relentlessly attacks, a knight of death

Call him Ares or call him Mars

under his feet grass turns to ash


He wields his crimson sword

bow to your king, obey your lord

the morning has broken, a day to die

slay the enemy, stab the sky


Cannons fire, whistling bombs fall

as we answer to his iron call

we bring an apocalypse made by our hands

War made flesh and he roams the lands


A dead planet left as he marches on

heavy is our burden, our hope is gone

like volcanic magma he melts as all

a pit of lava for all of us to crawl



When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, "Come." And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from Earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.


— Revelation 6:3–4

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Το τσίρκο φευγει

 


Έβαψα με μπογιές το πρόσωπό μου

κι εκτέλεσα στην εντέλεια το 

νούμερό μου·

στο γύρο του θανάτου, πάνω στο σκοινί

στο κλουβί με τα θηρία.

Τώρα τα φώτα σβήνουν,

μαζεύονται οι τέντες

και το τσίρκο φεύγει απ' την πόλη...


Δευτέρα 26 Σεπτεμβρίου 2022

Weeping of a ghost



Dust rises from my tomb

as the north wind blows

making a music for the

creatures of the night to hear.

Darkness shrouds the landscape

as earth covers the earth upon me

But the barren soil shall not contain me!

I roam the land, I wander the sleeping city

standing beside you, watching you.

I cannot touch you, hold you or kiss you

but I can listen to the melody of your voice.

As I had promised, death isn't a barrier able to

keep me away from you...and yet it is...

The Earth is heavy with my ghost tonight

my pain is a burden for Heaven and for Hell

so my shadow keeps floating in the realm of

the living

Did you know that a spectre can weep too?

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