Sometimes I recognize a person, who, in a previous life, I decided to kill without hesitation, Portugal, I feel it still, the frequency was about forty percent lower, the background had an orange tint, and strings pulled, the moon called out to me, she says if you loved me you would bow your head and obey, and I almost asked why, pleading that this person hasn’t angered me, why harm him, but no, I never asked why, when the moon calls, wolves aim their dicks at the sky and they howl, but I just wanted to mention, that as these people pass me by, I see a shadow cloud their eyes, and I knew that in the depth of their minds they could see it, that they have been touched by death, I for one believe that you can only recognize this if your mind was open to it, but I wonder, as the abyss opened their arms to them, did they go with a bowed head and a yearning heart, the moon watches above, and she knows what’s in your heart, is all effort rewarded, if you asked me why did we go to war for Helen of Troy, who knows, maybe it’s the immortals under our skin, and the red blood in our veins, when your father asks a question, you answer him…

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