All secrets are gods,
Waiting to become,
An exposed oracle.

#El_Magnifico™

Right here on my bed I lay,
Alone with thoughts all new,
Moulding in my head like clay,
Good... Bad... Fastened together like glue.
Which do I take?
Of it, what do I make?
As I lay here bemused.
Which do I axe?
How do I crack?
This riddle that got me confused.

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I look in your eyes,
And I forgot how to cry.

My tears hide from me and gaze from afar,
As your lens pierces my soul with secrets that swallows my depth.
And I am left with stagnant silence,
That breaks my jaw and swallow my thoughts.

I don't know how to cry.

You wept time and again
As the door of your temple was shattered into fragments of broken vows.
How is it that pain always find joy to prey upon?
There are grades to sorrow,
A girl in travail will burn your ears with tales of pure fire from the depths of pain.

I will speak once of this sweet evil,
After which I will speak no more.
For in **** is an ape that scorns the heavens
And teaches the earth to lose honour or find pain.
He is a beast!
One that should be sacrificed to the gods of the earth,
And sentenced at the gate of heaven to an eternity with pain.

I now know the valley
Where killing joy is a joy in itself,
And I wonder if I can ever understand this depths I am in the shadow of.

I look in your eyes,
And I still don't know how to cry.

Your visit at the depths of pain
And how you overcame
Has taught me how to satisfy my sorrow
Without shedding a tear.

#El_Magnifico™