The realization of the abyss

Someone has created a monstrous paradise              

Since the closure, a Holy
read the silent scars of Prometheus
and writes letters to other worlds filled with turquoise solar systems

she is single and deceives the materialization
a farewell to the expectation of the crosses

 The prayers now
are eternal in the breakdown of her red hair
no longer understands the holy love of the empty moon
or lips that could burn your ideas
rocks do not know who pronounce their names in sighs
fresh coffee at sea level
account only the years where life expire liabilities Olympus
through the debris - from the body lying-unthinkable
In the absence of gravity
it’s  impossible to learn from pain and
between the two hands in praying position
the holy close its eyes to leave
her virgin body