It won’t be for me that the church bells will be doubled

I notice the presence of four or five shadows
Where is this place with tombstones
Temple of worship of lamentations
Who drown in unpaid alms
In this downstairs there is no window
It never dawns and it’s cold with innocence
Despite the absence of light
Embrace love in your chest
The only tie that binds you to the world
In the palace of legends
I see this blind humanity bleed to death
Tell me that short story
That runs away slipping through your teeth
The tunic you wear hides the light
Like a mighty storm causing chaos
And I’m nothing in this monster mouth
Blame , faults, sins… spewed in cyclonic rotation
Hope is green, ugly and doesn’t float
Reason for my slow suicide
I will be wrong to silence merely written writings
I’ll try to find that thread of light that broke
It won’t be for me that the church bells will be doubled

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