Alighieri The Cessation Of Parallels
It was quite magnificent//through the exchange of blood
torrents//was painted an array of floor tiles//and with
a disregard for symmetry//the lines blurred//to a dull
representation//of functionality and control//I was
bound to a dim fate//what an unfortunate occasion//when
one could become victim//to the dusk of his//of his
understanding//there was a reason for the imperfections
at hand//standing in the mirror enfrente de mi
horror//and it bore the basis for this concept of
parallels//then with the utmost//precision nailed me to
an idea//betrayal underneath the skin//underneath the
skin//a betrayal!//now inside this reflection lies what
a//tormented man is made of//how absurd//to believe
that what gives life//could be poison//then there was
one line to destroy the outcome of this//y despues era
una linea mala no hay parallels!//yet in spite of this
confusion//I see life escape me//at the cessation of
parallels I feel my pulse retreat//but these line are
NOT parallel//and they never will be!//now through an
ever present manipulation lies a newly found truth//I
was bound to a grim fate//and was coalesced by
deception’s calloused hands I’ve been crucified by
internal war and left to die alone//left to die
alone//and with a disregard for symmetry//the lines
blurred//to a dull representation//of functionality and
control//I was bound to this fate//what an unfortunate
occasion//when one could become victim//to the dusk of
his//of his understanding//in this moment//of my
demise//my heart collapses//in this final breath//my
eternity//forever free!//from these calloused
hands//forever free!//I do believe//I am saved//from
eternity//forever free!
