What a hug-less night!
what infectious cruelty...

In the confluence
of two opposite successions...

Now
is a magnificent creature of infinity...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...

it is the objective of life
to take everything...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...

Tranquillity
is to recognise...

Victims of bygones,
the tyrants of tomorrows...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...

Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...

Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself...

Somewhere in distance
boundaries of space...