The Assassination of God: Allegory to Glory (EN)

ALLEGORY TO GLORY

Seeing games of yesteryear
-It's hard to say, but it's like that-
we crashed on that bed of luck,
during our lengths

Those species of minds
-calls about his agile instinct-,
incessant libertarians to the "you hostile"
although cesareas that shine
Your most creative good.

And you say of us,
-that you have not accompanied-
how many you worshiped
being servants of death
They will be the misfortune itself.

For your apparent luck
as told by your chalice,
that you will be cursed ascetic
and forest novelesco.

And I would like to meet you, even if I was skeptical
-who will be like this for you-
wanting, through the dark channels,
a single moment in which, alone,
We can expedite the account:

Is that insane head,
or only mine in your ecstasy
-While you laugh-
when do we have the heyday?

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