Now the days are again the war for the Holy Sepulcher
The extermination of Gaddafi's sands and paradises
With my left hand I say peace
Faced with the missing specters of the creation of gold
An unreachable island, inferior in the presence of its temples
Not even strolling outside the Catholic church
The elixir of the forgotten skeleton under the board
Save humanity in the hour of its destruction
Trapped in the destroyed walls of clouds
By cerulea glass splinters cage
The influx of the cosmos and para-cosmos
From general universes of an infinite diameter
From edible parallel energy centres
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