The Hermit from Test Pressing by Fireplace

I search the light at the top of the mountain.

I walk unshod and I dont feel the pain.

I can hear your voice again

under the ethernal look of God.



I can’t find peace, I have a worm inside me.

He talk to me all night and wish to be released.

I can see our love scenes

in front the smile of the Devil.



In between God and the Devil.



After my penitence starts the onanism,

but my brain doesn’t listen, faith don’t blocks my senses.

I can touch and I can kiss,

I can think and I can kill.



Now I go over the streets,

I have blood in my hands.

Now I go over the streets…

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