Beneath The Dome Of Necroverse 24. 10. 18

    LIBERTATIS DESIDERIUM SACRUM EST

I summon tonight the last ghosts of my skill
For maybe this fall is my being's downhill
I've squandered my power to conjure the gloom
The chronicler's burden I can't reassume

Unfortunately, there is none to prolong
The former design. My adherents are gone
The country I dwell in is no more a state
It's but the corpse filled with the maggots of hate

I can't leave here everything and vilely flee
Not 'cause I'm so bold or a mad devotee
I just have the wrong health, wrong body, wrong brain
And I'm not a Hindu to be born again

Yes, my days are pierced with disquiet and remorse
I hear the wind's howling behind the closed doors
My sleep gives no strength, it brings torture instead -
In every exhausting dream I see the dead

But I would prefer to remain in the night
That's heavy and black like the damned anthracite
Than ere my demise start to praise the false god
And follow the torch in the hand of a crud

The patriotism is the cult of the kooks
I've lived quite enough to know how this shit looks
But our ground's our soul. It's our cradles and tombs
It genders us, nurses, conjoins us and dooms.

The rough deathly rhymes are imbuing my verse
I gave to my own space the name "Necroverse"
But we're all within it - in struggle or peace
The end is ordained - it's our shunless decease

So, don't you confuse cat with cup, soft with warm
We linger together beneath the same dome
But fear ad absurdum - ain't ready to pay
For Freedom. And it's the sole value for aye

My chance in this sick world is equal to null
It's loathsome, inimical, dreary and dull
I just say: to not feel fucked up anyway
You must never grovel and never betray

That's why it is honour - to keep the strong will
It's better to drop dead than truckle and kneel
Whate'er will befall, there's a rule to recall -
(If) You don't stand for something, for nothing you'll fall.




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