A day will soon come

August 30, 2015

(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )

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A distant call rings

Black echoes from beyond grave

Bring me back your blood

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Served bloody sausage

Of our dead future

Oh what rotten fruit

.

Indigested dish

Brings back weary memories

From depths I had slain

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It I had reviled

Tasted it in weightlessness

Stealthily, hidden

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Heavy, disgusting

Sour-bitter of a dead past

An acid reflux

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Vomit your offal

Finally free my stomach

To digest other

.

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I would tear my skin

If it were to bear your stench

Make it new banner

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I will clamour loud

The withering of my sighs

Satirised in vain

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To live and then die

Of nature to wound myself

That in me slithers

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A life extinguished

I collected the ashes

And made a new shroud

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To die and then live

Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)

To cut everything

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A day will soon come

Where a beautiful bright void

Will cleanse my stomach

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