The night sky mixes with the oil, the black mass
sad
touches the wood but the great bellows suddenly silent agony as
shaken to the core.
death sails to the wind calm
the new thrill heave
whistle and before the scream is silent in the heart of the sea walls
Sorgon destroyer.
the crowd echoes Atlantic
motion of the ocean floor rises
that everything goes crazy and the cry of the wind
and dance the ancient ritual of the golden trident
angry. Serrano
their
substances in the water walls
huge and there is no heaven and there is no land where the wood lashed
crosses the marine infantry. There
pop
notice the broken tree and defeat
Ocean widens the field, his horses
recedes and the ground braking.
Wide arena dark
boundary surfaces of blacks
moves slowly waiting ships at
untrimmed.
ridges swollen
foaming sea to the sky in order
stretched to the extreme assault.
Back to the sea roaring in his revenge
into the vortex of the shell falls close,
the face of everything you draw Poseidon
exalted to the sky and the sea rises.
The crash of thunder in a thousand smoke
foams, lights, smells and twenty
and engulfs the boards and lost
mangled remains of oars and rowers neglected.
is silent then satiated
the unbridled substances hysterical
return to the dark with slow motion
blowing the bellows and there is no trace of the great sedition. Only
a wood torn vague
escorted to the oil story
to the first and only bank of earth
the bank will find it.
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