The Destruction of the Sun and Moon

October 26, 2009
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I had wished that the Sun would rise today
to feel the wet kiss of the dew, leave the bedside of Moon
and I'd crooooon
to the listening cloud dunes
for the Sun brings forth the silence, newborn and to die soon.

So I wished that the Sun would only crash
crash into my head and burn memories I can not dread
I'd paint the nooooon
with the Sun's ashes to fool the Moon
snatch every gullible star and wish them to burn out too.

My acts, my deeds would make the Moon watch me
and I watch back, challenge the luminous eye of God
straining the Mooooon
till it blinks, I wish it to its tomb
descending down, dies the twins and my wish comes true,
to see the destruction of the Sun and Moon.

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