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A reflection on how the past seems to pollute the present, and one should be able to mark his present time with his own presence, no matter what happens. One should overcome his times and himself as well.
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Una riflessione su come il passato sembra inquinare il presente, e uno dovrebbe essere in grado di machiare il presente con la sua presenza, non importa il risultato finale. Uno dovrebbe superare i suoi tempi e sé stesso alla stasse maniera.

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preso il presente di sbieco
lama che taglia dall'aldilà
bruciato i ponti col tempo
per fare spazio all'eternità
era di primitivo futuro
sangue sui muri a cui scrivo
"Ecco la mia parte di Libertà"

puzzo di cimitero nei musei
strutture di contenimento apparente
dove il vuoto ritorna quando muore il presente, sempre
a pezzi le pareti col medium
perché il dibattito è assente
a pezzi il passato se inquina e intorbida presagi di futuro
nel presente

follia meccanica umanoide
replica di frusta verbalizzata su parti troppo morbide
voglia di fuggire dall'omicidio a volontà più primitive,
luride, torbide.
ma io rimango qui
altrove da qualche parte
dove la carne torna a bruciare
intorno al mio sole dalle vuote orbite

tira fuori un pezzo di te e innalza a piè palmi
davanti al Sole Nero di rinascita e divelgi ogni cardine
là dove c'era barriera - ora sangue e sostegno
sìì il tuo Sangue con chiunque senza ritegno

Distruggere per Creare
Creare per Elevare
Sputa il tua Sangue e lascia il tuo Segno

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taken the present by aslant
a blade that cuts from the Beyond
burned the bridges with the past
to make room with eternity
modern era of primitive future
blood on the walls on which i write
"Here's my part of Liberty"

reek of graveyard into museams
structures of apparent conteinment
where the void returns
when present dies, Always
to pieces the walls with the medium
cos the debating is absent
to pieces the past if it pollutes and corrupt
omens of future in the present

mechanical human madness
replica of a verbalized whip
on parts way too soft
desire to run away to homicide to more lurid,sordid, wills
but i remain here
where the flesh returns to burn
around my sun with empty eyesockets

Get out a piece of yourself and raise it to full palms
Turned to the Black Sun of Rebirth
and diverge every hinge
There where it was barrier
now Blood and sustainment
Be your own Blood with everyone without restraint shamelessy

Destroy to Create
Create to Elevate
Spit your Blood and leave your mark.

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from "What Price For Freedom​?​", released July 21, 2017

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