Cultus Sanguine
ultima madre
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The passage of time now makes no sense
Here in the final home, cold and eternal lover
My last thought wanders desperately in the darkness of doubt.
What meaning can a life of hope have and illusions
of healthy talent and supreme art,
when however, black and safe, the only certainty is the grave.
A silent last mother
I will adore you in the cold and now rigid bare......to the verb