in the beginning, out of Chaos,
nihil est nisi mortis imago only death s faces
no light, but rather darkness visible
sed inter tenebras the mind... in itself can make
a heaven of hell,
a hell of heaven
orbis ultimus here it s the last world,
the palpable obscure
et quocumque and everywhere
the void profound of unessential night
et for evil only good, eu cad
where all life dies, death lives
into the heart of an immense burel...
a black dungeon
through the void immense to search with wandering quest a place foretold
being covered with darkness
and tears that would not fall
and Parcae: the new age was asked a change...
everybody, everything, you, I, all that exists
( Ovid, Milton, me)
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