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Someone's fingers are dirty ...

Someone with his fingers dirty climbs
In my very unclean soul ...

Picks around in it, expanding the space,
To spit more gray mass ...

The smell I feel from rotten breathing,
With saliva out of his mouth bursting in spittle ...

And charred edge wounds on the soul
Suddenly effervesces with pain and screaming ...

Having dodged the fingers of smelly sins,
And shrinking in the convulsions of the battle ...

Each cell of mistakes the soul boils with anger,
Closing the available wound of sins and falls ...

And spitting, flying up, burns the remnants of consciousness,
Dissolving in the sins of a mortal body ...

And smelly dirty fingers, having faded disappear.
Having torn the unclean soul to shreds ...

The darkness comes, piercing through the tunnel.
And at the end of a long spark a flash, giving hope ...

"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go

A source: CypLIVE