If your existence isn't just a shining lure.
I wish you'll hear this whistling expiration.
I still see that my mind is deeply obscure.
And the past years does wear the taste of expiation.
I've been looking to the sky for days and days.
I've been confined in this black prison for centuries.
Among logical existence there's a discontinuity that betrays.
That we try to build cathedrals in all bleak countries.
There is no way to shine under their claws.
There is no weal that we can find instead of dismay.
Let's throw all their dignity that stifled our poor limbs.
There is an exit. So go and run away !
We'll rather, we have to.
We'd rather not live through godness living.
We'll have to, we shouldn't.
We'd rather not live through godness living. Time !
Let's transcend our lives and weave our destinies.
Let's change our minds and let the rules follow our hands.
Let the wind carry our spokes through the sky to theis cities.
And gracefully spread an overhead hope until the end.
Because the only real king is a hidden king.
Because the only real king is the king of nature.
And until nature rules the whole cosmogony.
We will lay down under pathes and look further.
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