FOR THESE MONUMENTS

October Seventeen

So many dreams and ideas unfinished. Sensations impregnated with pride. Thousand experiences in a life where everything is ussually a waste of time. Our destinations the goal we set, continue despite the loneliness. Without looking back the way we have come, united we are brotherhood. Together until the end.


Everytime, More Blood

From your lips came the words that haunted every inch inside me. Stars made a space to a eternal suffering to became the murder of my fucking heart. Theres no more reasons to clean my soul, theres no logic that justify this calvary. 3 years and im still waiting the moment to get my life back, stand on my feet and keep breathing. The tears dried on my hands while the skies turned in the perfect accomplice. Tell me if the promises are still there, or if they're just part of the dried leaves covering my grave. Just a broken heart tonight, but my love for you is forever. Let me sleep on your side for one last time, to calm this pain again. Is all I have to give this time, because that is all I am. Perseverance, Love, and Attitude.My heart belongs to you forever. Let me sleep on your side for one last time, to kill this pain again. You prove me wrong everytime. Still strong.


Heart & Hope: Love Is Just The Manifest Of Pain

Many of you were screaming and spitting us little sense in each of your words, 'cause we are what we desire without apology, we are hope even in every drop of blood on the concrete. This is the day that my fists destroyed the face of anxiety, and I achieve finde happiness 'cause in each tear there is an opportunity where we are free from masks free from insecurity, that each line in the trees by drawing a heart is so strong with his knees on the clay that let the rain we choose, we can overcome and contain. This world of cold and pain will not destroy my good intentions.


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GARDEN OF STAINED GRAVES

Your Veins Will Remove The Trees & Your Blood Will Sow The Purification

In Between the rubble of the human race, the incomplete memories of what are now just putrified bodies on the floor. My eyes loose focus comtemplating your entrails kissing my hands. Today your damn veins will be the new roots cultivating the beginning of the torned end. We’ll devour your heart for every voiceless murder. Descomposing and annihilating in the name of ignorance. Tell me if your fucking god can save you this time, when the fire is started for the last hope. Your nauseating smell is just part of the consequence dragged by damned for all eternity dead bodies, one last night of destruction.



Inevitable Fate For A Faith Complex

Putrified incisions cauterized by a life of agony, suffocated between the dust that covered every try of survive. Another day swallowing larvaes nesting inside the heart, silently eating my body, turning it into a morbid image covered of shit. Only one more motherfucker trying to be someone in a place where God raped every sky and gutted every whore in front of crucifixes and sacred hopes, they devour your life, your fucking life! where's your fucking saint now?. Putrified incisions cauterized by a life of agony, suffocated between the dust that covered every try of survive. Take a godless life.



Mortis Ingrata Mvsica

Tardias plegarias entraran a sus odios, porque aquellas anatomias descanzaran en el negro de estos rios. Los simbolos de esta infame sociedad caeran entre fuego y suplicas de dolor, sus corazones cercenados, sus pulmones vacios, cientos de cadaveres adornaran la manifestacion, arrazar por completo con esta enfermedad miserable que como larvas devoran la sabiduria pura de gaia. Estos huesos seran su templo, nuestra desgarrada piel hoy su alimento, la sangre que sale de nuestras heridas el color de estos cielos sobre el jardin de tumbas manchas. La tierra se abre entonando la mas macabra de las melodias. La ultima oportunidad se desvanecio ante tus ojos. La tierra se abre entonando la mas macabra de las melodias.



Blackwoods Horrifica

Bloodish red, the color of those empty skies, a thousand times ill say nothing else in this flesh, will remain asphixiation, when the green of this surface turns to black suffocation. I love her perfumed corpse, my dead cold fingers (blackened attempt), grab those roots to pull out the darkest demons. Beautiful attempt, through the horrors we march, we march and we claim for this purification. A thousand black roses buried in the humanity's grave, a thousand black roses buried in the humanity's grave. Your fucking flesh is gonna be mine. We claim for this purification.

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