Agathodaimon stindardul blasfemiei

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Agathodaimon
Miscellaneous
Banner of Blasphemy
Three wooden crosses, three enormous wooden crosses
Painted with three colors, they guard the roadside
The den of the... faithful!
Three crosses on the side of the road with broad gestures of sick hands
They stop travelers from the road and it's like there are three hangmen
From which hang three chrysos...
One day pushed by the same funeral prompt
Like two armies facing each other
The sane met the mad
The children of the dead tomorrow met their parents...
"And-the-armies-began to fight in the shadow of the wooden crosses
Aside fluttered the banner of faith...white...pure..."
...like the pure white of water lily flowers
And the tricolor of madness, carefully closed-n-read-in the chest
Of a human skull...
It stands ready to unfold at the first kneeling
Of the princely white...
But-in the day-the sky blackened by smoke seemed
A cathedral ceiling that was collapsing
"And the smoke from the burning bell-towers opened into the blue:"
The path of another smoke, more heavy, blacker and blue
it got blacker...
And on that day the sky blackened by smoke seemed
A cathedral ceiling that was collapsing
And the crowd- terrified, towards the burning bells
Groups, groups are heading, the good watch weeping
Weeping like the remnants of a defeated army, and the madman stands aside
And smiles ... humming:
BLASPHEMY !!!
"And the tricolor of madness sheltered the victors!!!"
English translate: Banner Of Blasphemy
Three wooden crosses
Three huge crosses of wood
Painted with three colors
On the margin of the road
Guarding the fountain of the believers
Three crosses
On the margin of the road
With gestures made by morbid hands
They hinder wanderers whilst passing
Like three gallows on holy lands
Where three christians are hanging...
Inclined by a funeral stir
On a fatal sky , so blur
Like two armies enticed to war
The mad have fallen upon the brave
The children of 'morrows dead
Their parents had met
In the shadow of the wooden crosses
The armies began their battle
Aside... the banner of creedance flattered
White and clean
Like the cleanest white men have seen
And the blasphemous flag of madness
Safely embedded in each human skull
Was ready to unfold at the first
Subjugation of the royal white
On the same day, blackened by fumes
The heavens seem to be the ceiling
Of a collapsing cathedral, bleeding
And the fumes of the burning steeples
Opened in the celestial blue
The way of another fume
Blacker , heavier, and the blue
Has become black, too
So the horrified people
Hasten to the burning steeples
The brave behold whilst crying
Like the remnants of a defeated army
And the madmen stay aside
Grinning and humming: Blasphemy
And the tricolor of madness was sheltering
The conquerors!

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