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Propósito

A Million Dead Birds Laughing

Purpose

They assume a different shape as they become aware of the cancer that eats at their flesh a revelation of death and life becomes more than just the pieces of dreams that it was in the beginning of this faceless creation

An anemone breathing
A cancerous wound

Tasteless in form yet faithful to all that it tastes it remains
Though it remains insatiable wasting its form on the flavourless aura of hatred
Born and bred in the incessant cesspool of neverness
It never preyed before it preyed on them

And though it hates them
It will remember them

Propósito

Asumen una forma diferente al darse cuenta del cáncer que devora su carne, una revelación de la muerte y la vida se convierte en algo más que solo los pedazos de sueños que era al principio de esta creación sin rostro

Una anémona respirando
Una herida cancerosa

Insípida en forma pero fiel a todo lo que prueba, permanece
Aunque permanece insaciable desperdiciando su forma en la aura insípida del odio
Nacido y criado en el incesante pozo de la inexistencia
Nunca acechó antes de acecharlos

Y aunque los odia
Los recordará

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