Transition.
I left the knights of tradition
The fragrance of death,
described as trust
from sunup to sundown
Grisly Humane,
amateurs of torture
Queen takes Pawn
Fascinated and puzzled,
sometimes sedated
Blood transcribed as «flower»
The endless sacrifice,
the ritual cannibalism
Shattered mirrors
A queasy revulsion
Journey in search of a home
Up to the door
 screamed silence
turned the windows
Back again; the narrow corridor
Climed over my head and
marched outside
A bleeding return,
Became he who is others
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