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The apocalypse
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From the sky there was a sound from stunning trumpets
over forests and smiling flowers
over fields end singing birds
over old shanties and new palaces
There was over the terrestrial valleys
sets of misfortune peoples
coming in silence from ancient worlds
from passed and forgetter centuries.
We was all running in the labyrinth
to ephemeral targets or eternal
leaving behind heavy winds
made by suffer and everlasting.
Lights from the sky and dark shadows
was intermittent flowing over those ways?
and the stars was dying all in the night
and strange thunders were fooling all over the valleys.
In my way to the strange labyrinth
I was climbing on the word’s mast.
I was soundly in the top of a mountain in Corinth
who was the guardian of the whole world.
When I rise my regard
over the fluent world from the mountain
fire’s flame was fooling over the world
melting in flames deep moan.
Saved by a miracle from the disaster
some colleagues was climbing with me
the sky was changing in blue
magic thunders were lighting it.
From the sky a blessed rain
was dispersing on our all earth
and white angels was announcing a new faith
for the world’s descendents in a word.
On the worlds’ was crown was rising
new stars and flamed comets
and on our earth was rising
new men having programmed destinies,
New gardens with colored birds
green clearing and crystal waters
divine children clean souls
defended forever from the tragic destinies.
Full of happiness and amazed
from the mast appeared in my dream,
I was the power to voyage to the immortality
I could fly to the Paradise.
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