Anus Mundi (Vedonist)

I still see an army of shadows at the lethal assemblies A recollection of people with dead gazes I see skin pulled on exhausted despair Unceasingly hanged between life and death I still see a heap of bodies at the dreadful square Dummies shrouded in a silent lack of reverence I see a smiles af uniformed hatred Collecting a toll for the implacable destiny ... and I am still afraid of dreaming I still hear a scream of metallic deliverance Smashing up skulls by the wall of tears I hear a thousand sighs of unimportant numbers Whose prayers flow with blood among laughter I still hear steps of countless transports While they go into the flaming arms of the unknown I hear the last words of convicted temporality And a wind dancing with clouds of smoke ... and I am still afraid of dreaming I still remember belowed faces contorted with pain And horryfying masks on triumphal sadism I remember cruel ruthlessness of stripped slavery In a dishonorable world of reversed Decalogue I still see, I still hear, I still remember Do you?