I am the serpent of evening wounds
I live for blood, I swim in the blood

The servant

Forever, living blind.

I have seen the horses eyes and beneath
Been near the beautiness, or have I?

The innocent

I am the memory of the centuries

Suck my powers into your self, seek my jewelry, bite me endlessly
Horror is the space where you wander, hear my words, as I sacrifice my self
Too long I have been in this valley, I know every slope it has
Now it's my time to dive to the river, I need salvation and reincarnation

Where is the new contest, lead me there, I promise that this time I won't go straight to the finals

Naked people of time, have a long life
Be happy, and write a book when you die
But be sure, that the chapter 13 does exist
because without it, you can't exit

It doesn't have to be long
a short will do fine
Just write it with blood
and serpents tongue

I walked to there, where the earth ended, and found out, that we are limitless, chained to ground, free, slaves and beautiful at the same time