| From the gloomy skies, thousands of birds | |
| Are crashing down, swallowed up by glowing | |
| Fires up to entrails. without any guide, | |
| Sightless in flight, struck, snapped up | |
| And crushed, harshness screaming, | |
| Breakings and knocked spirals. | |
| Hearts are bleeding, feathers are crackling | |
| Gaping orbits, devoid of consumed eyes | |
| Are filling up, with last red tears | |
| Which are clotting one by one on the sterile | |
| Ground ... from the crash of skulls, few | |
| Pale fragments carried by a wave, are rising; | |
| Earth is darkened by a mud on which the trees | |
| Will live again... | |
| Atrocity has its own ground: ultimate silt final feeding |
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