Swirling Stars

[August Guelfen]

When did Wonderland end, when we, the dreamers of nihil, but dada,
couldn't see the border, counldn't feel what it meant ?
We danced delightful pavans of death in a hopeful ride of swastika...
So, forming living machines made us unfree ?
Unfree, but meaningful in a smashed world with the word "be"...
What would you define as a cold heartless machine ?
Myself, unable to want humanity, without a metalmade garden green ?
I hope so, it would make you a living human being, just flesh and bone,
but never you will fear to become a heart like mine, a living steelmade stone.
Why I should define myself as a human, when inhumans are the same in rights ?
Why should I love breathing with flesh lungues your siner's lovely air for blood rites ?
Homo Nihil is in the air, but when they will pay for what they have done ?
Never, is your secred crying wish, not mine..., You will become what you are: undone...
I put down for myself the word human long time ago, I guess I am today only a ghost of random,
a dead distorted spirit inside an old forgotten machine, a deathless king in a dead kingdom...

[August Guelfen]

I rode down the roads of thunder on my palest horse on the edge of the four winds of creation... My sword's name is Balmung, once forged in bloodfire by Valkyries faith and storms of light... I became who I am: Death and eternal light are my right, are my fear and my painbringer, my delight... The end of my eternal day is the birth of my beloved holiest night...
I will bring in the night... It will become night for ever... My beloved moon shall arise... have to arise, will arise and turn the world dark and pale again... I hope... I guess...

[mahmod qabaga]

stars be stars all there time


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