A day will soon come
August 30, 2015
(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )
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A distant call rings
Black echoes from beyond grave
Bring me back your blood
.
Served bloody sausage
Of our dead future
Oh what rotten fruit
.
Indigested dish
Brings back weary memories
From depths I had slain
.
It I had reviled
Tasted it in weightlessness
Stealthily, hidden
.
Heavy, disgusting
Sour-bitter of a dead past
An acid reflux
.
Vomit your offal
Finally free my stomach
To digest other
.
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I would tear my skin
If it were to bear your stench
Make it new banner
.
I will clamour loud
The withering of my sighs
Satirised in vain
.
To live and then die
Of nature to wound myself
That in me slithers
.
A life extinguished
I collected the ashes
And made a new shroud
.
To die and then live
Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)
To cut everything
.
A day will soon come
Where a beautiful bright void
Will cleanse my stomach
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