The silence after the storm (basen s recitaciou)

The wretched
met the pure
now and then
searching for a cure

for their die-gnosis.

The tainted
met the spotless
now and then
chained
meaningless
their wills bent
produced progeny
to stand up against

in the few-ture.

The bleeding
met the vampires
to feed their hungry mouths
to get drained of all doubts

about their own more-tality.

The hateful met you
to hate away the feelings
the haunting world you knew
as fragile human beings

in a long time ago-knee.

Jupiter throws lightning and thunder
purifying the world
of a criss-cross wonder
and as the cataclysm hurled
its voice at our Rome of many Caesars
we sense this death a bliss

dissolve under the cruci-fist.

I just love you...
my apocalypse...
my... Calypso.

I just love you...
even with all the violence...
all i wished for was the silence...
after the storm.

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