Fragments Of Unbecoming

Shapes of the Pursuers


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From time immemorial light touches soil
As the sun sinks into the underworld.
Drags along spiritual ascension,
Divests shelter of the innocent.


Shivering I gaze
Upon the flickering nightshades.
Silhouettes whisper the forthcoming decease.
Hence - you shapes of the pursuers!


Writer/s: INGO MAIER, SASCHA EHRICH, STEFAN WEIMAR, WOLFRAM SCHELLENBERG

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