Me hundí en el aroma del azufre,
que desprendía gloria y santidad.
No sentí que me quemaba el cuerpo,
porque realmente quemaba mi alma.
Besé tus labios de porcelana,
temí romperlos cuando
me estreché contra ti.
Labios de lamento, labios de zozobra.
Labios con púas que jamás sentí,
hasta que los clavaste en mi rostro.
De mí, no brotó sangre, brotó inocencia,
brotó mi amor, brotó mi ingenuidad.
Eres el diablo vestido de ángel,
Con rostro de dios, y cuerpo de pecado.
Hablabas de su gloria, logrando convencerme,
y a cada uno de los ignorantes que te escuchamos.
Nos consumiste a todos, y te fuiste dejando la iglesia en llamas.
Ardimos todos adentro, y tú solo...te fuiste buscando otra.
I sank into the scent of sulfur,
which gave off glory and holiness.
I did not feel that it burned my body,
because it really burned my soul.
I kissed your porcelain lips,
I feared to break them when
I was afraid to break them when I pressed myself against you.
Lips of lamentation, lips of anxiety.
Lips with spikes I never felt,
until you stuck them on my face.
From me, blood did not flow, innocence flowed,
my love gushed out, my naivety gushed out.
You are the devil dressed as an angel,
With the face of God and the body of sin.
You spoke of his glory, managing to convince me,
and each one of us ignorant people who listened to you.
You consumed us all, and you left leaving the church in flames.
We all burned inside, and you alone...you left looking for another.
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La poesía es totalmente creada por mi.
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The images were edited in photoshopCS6
The poetry is entirely created by me.
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