Eir,
el sabbado em o singular mundo.
El rab arenoso no es Santanym.
Its getting dropping
By the sun
Cause its filled
with blood
It's losing it
In its colours
Washing off the dirt
Of the sins Of others
The sun Is
saying it
Believes Its innocent
Don't make it feel Within the walls of bones
A massacre
Such emptiness
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08:00
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