Oh city of terror!
Within the livid avenues,
Trees of autumn;
The invaders,
They fumble with archives,
Drunk with vile memories,
Fed up with humiliated,
And offended skin.
Fear was a presence,
The Silence its shroud,
The words hidden in things,
And Ideas in the eyes,
Contemplated
The division between those who die,
And those who kill.
Within the livid avenues,
Trees of autumn;
The invaders,
They fumble with archives,
Drunk with vile memories,
Fed up with humiliated,
And offended skin.
Fear was a presence,
The Silence its shroud,
The words hidden in things,
And Ideas in the eyes,
Contemplated
The division between those who die,
And those who kill.
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