TOWARDS CHAOS
Marking the step towards chaos
Advancement and seek at least
The days so soft and serene
In both atrocious rites as bad
Looking beyond these steps
The times where dreams are mild
That can express such poisons
And herein the wreck of my ships,
In addition to the customary disillusions
Even if I tried the beds
A rare spring in my time…
Causing a fall at every step,
Nascent farce dictates what I ultimately trace
And in this way in my luck waiting...
MARCOS LOURES
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