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…in 9/8 (tutt’al più)
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iv. How dare I so beautiful?
Wandering in the chaos the battle has left,
we climb up the mountain of human flesh,
to a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life.
A young figure sits still by a pool,
he’s been stamped “Human Bacon” by some butchery tool.
(he is you)
Social Security took care of this lad,
we watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower.
A flower?

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Questa sì che è la fine del mondo:

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P.S.

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Tag: Attualità, Genesis, Madeleine, Musica, Narcissus, Peter Gabriel, Profezia Maya

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