Praefatio: Fluctuat nec mergitur...
Torches and prayers joining the feast,
Dark masters unleashing the beast,
The pilgrims marching to the chapels,
Kings and queens leaving their castles.
Crimson roses bleeding in the garden,
The believers baptized in the river,
The bridges burnt by hundred vandals,
Monks and priests joining the scandal.
Raw cold winter blowing the blizzard,
Secret orders meeting the wizards,
The soldiers pulled down the fortress
Rebels and witches hiding in the forest.
The lovers having forbidden desires,
The whirlwinds igniting the fires,
The horse riders went to the ransom,
Angels and devils ruling the kingdom.
They are calling us sinners,
Beautiful sinners,
They are pouring the poison
After drinking the potion.
They are calling us losers,
The biggest losers,
They are stealing the truth,
Our eternal rebel youth.
Farmers are bringing the pitchforks,
The neighbors are throwing rocks,
The fakers laughed like damn clowns,
Vultures and smoke circle dark clouds.
They're chasing us into the woods,
We own the lands, we're fireproof,
The fanatics are adoring false gods,
But the sinners like me invoke demons.
The ravens are devouring the corpses,
The whispers turned into monsters,
Our blades cutting chains and strings,
Dolls and puppets will always be mean.
Red apples were poisoned by snakes,
We never pray, we live in the shades,
Insurrection, the pope killed himself,
Saints and virgins fell in love with hell.
They are calling us sinners,
Beautiful sinners,
They are pouring the poison,
After drinking the potion.
They are calling us losers,
The biggest losers,
They are stealing the truth,
Our eternal rebel youth.
Catholics are claiming the paradise,
The entire village is taking sides,
They brought back the twelve apostles,
We stand lined up beside our disciples.
Stabs and scars of war on our backs,
The crowd acclaimed a new Jesus,
They cast spells, we catch the gleam,
They never practice what they preach.
The funeral and the mass full of men,
Sinister echoes whispering amen,
The church of lord lost its followers,
The liars are lying against themselves.
We made atheists become devotees,
We have them down their knees,
The evangelist bought the witnesses,
Villains and heroes hate being friends
They are calling us sinners,
Beautiful sinners,
They are pouring the poison,
After drinking the potion.
They are calling us losers,
The biggest losers,
They are stealing the truth,
Our eternal rebel youth.
They profess the bad religion,
We inspired the big rebellion,
Their beliefs are based in prejudices,
The ours free from double speeches.
They quit, we run the business,
They failed, god is our witness,
People like them dig their own craves,
People like us born to tame the waves.
Wolves like us born to be wild,
We always fight for the pride,
We will bring back from the grounds,
Our golden thrones and royal crowns.
This is the anthem of our lives,
It's our requiem until we die,
Cheaters and fakers will burn in lies,
We will be beautiful sinners for life,
The most beautiful sinners for life.
Post Scriptum: Fluctuat nec mergitur.
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Short StoryAn elegy to the past experiences I have faced along the years. The end of a decade but the start of an age. This is my autobiography, My legacy to all of you. Bloom to yourself. 🌸
