8.07.2012

agnus dei

The weary, stiff and sudden movement that the hand has made is no other than the anger shutting them as a ravaging claw that will never let go off a dying prey. It has never been sought neither has it ever been found, like the grass of Parnassus, the wrath has bloom to be the only one that will be there.

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