I have no escape now from that huge substance called the context, this allegory, this tale that pierced the eyes of death.
I've had the courage and patience to contextualize everything to be in correspondence to it.
I scarified my life glorifying this significant, distinguished and honorable fate, promised and long waited.
I kept feeding it this dirty and cheap blood of mine, the frail and anguished being.
Today, after i scarified my whole being to it. looking from the top of the great cliff , pale and drained. Do you finally could see how weak i am and how powerful you are?
I lost, can you relish your greatness now?
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
