the other side
Where snakes are crossed
slipping into the wild side
practicality dies
to be reborn as a howl.
Blood is revalued
lost arguments
faces in the gloom
announcing intentions.
Wireless Marionettes
souls of wood without knots
through the narrow streets
challenging the establishment.
A world, a thousand gates
basically a dead end ... hell.
Personal and always transferable.
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