The Suffering

It's nightI hear rumors from afaramid a dense junglea litany, but distantinvades my earsWithout knowing the reason, a great sorrow shakes meexacerbates all my senses - A human being is suffering horrific and violent must be the cause - Something terribly abominable That being is being tampedIt blackens all the gloomand magnifies the scene;in my mind an image is installed - Monstrous darkness, cold winds; immeasurable voidI think perhaps the suffering, is being tried - But not by the operator - But by the same AeacusWhere is the bastard?What the hell?Or here on earth?Or both are the same? ... Ler mais