Moonchildren Testo
Testo Moonchildren
The sky faded at dawn.
The law of the morals was to be profaned.
People had invaded the Agora.
A sinister procession was to happen there.
The horizon was disappearing.
A funeral fate was working up.
The unending wait of the judgement.
But what was the reason for?
The law of the morals was to be profaned.
People had invaded the Agora.
A sinister procession was to happen there.
The horizon was disappearing.
A funeral fate was working up.
The unending wait of the judgement.
But what was the reason for?
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