Death lingers in souls as a marauder.
God has ceased to be an affirmation, 
He is now reduced to mere hope. 
In order to live one must forget.
The profane deity,
           Man-made and therefore rotten
           To the very core, Love,
Cannot possibly have a meaning by itself.
Just serves to show how humanity foolishly concerns itself
With the damned ephemeral.
Having held nothing sacred,
I find myself gone,
Blurred in frail minds and feeble hearts.
No fallacious verdict of life may reach me.
Searching for truth rather than comfort,
I have obtained desolate damnation.
I reject this absurdity. 
I give it all back. 
My corpse shall be consumed by decadence,
For it was the only thing residing in my heart. 
And my blood will trickle over flowery lawns, 
For I always managed to spoil the divine.
I shall be dead by dawn, 
Proving that it will simply make no difference,
For I will be mourned but a few weeks.
Life goes on for the blind.
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Isabella Motta

Mi nombre es Isabella Motta. Me encuentro sumamente apasionada por la lectura y escritura; es por eso que nació en mí el deseo de formar parte de un proyecto tan grande como el capirucho en mi último año escolar. Espero que mis palabras puedan llegar a sus corazones.
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