The cold and lunatic smile
that can be seen in a starless night
On a lonely island surrounded by the sea of miles
Before the dawn with its morning light,
Is the flame of life so fickle and pale?
Who fights until she is without strength and pain.
Keep it in the courage of the soul
Through the shadows of your worldly path,
And the waves of clouds that roll around your being
He will sleep in the light of a wonderful day
Where hell and heaven will set you free
To the universe of destiny.
This world is the nurse of all that we know
This world is the mother of all that hurts
And the arrival of death is a terrible blow
To a brain not traversed by nerves of steel:
When everything we don't know, feel or see
It will go through a great mystery of falsehood
The secret things of the crypt are there,
Where everything must surely be
Although the fine eye and the wonderful ear
She will no longer live, neither to hear nor to see
Everything that's cool and everything that's weird
In the limitless realm of endless change.
Who tells a story of death without words?
Who raises the curtain on things to come?
That paints the shadows below
The winding caverns of the full crypt?
Or join the hopes of what will be
With fears and loves for what we will see?
I designed this image
with an App
By David Artuz
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