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The colors of the temple
I suffered the commandment -sumed around the circle with hundreds of ilotas-, to sink the knee to ground, out of the relief, and to be marked for the concretion of the elders.
Because of it, I would carry the dye extracted from the leaves of the indigo, strict color to ennoble the enclosure of the neglected.
My capture took place at the height of the pugnacious race, benefactor of the pride of the nation and the coat of arms. I declined from the procerity to the apprehension of the chains and the burden. I had to tolerate for days the emptiness of the famine and the enclosure, which extends with severity, the impact under the light.
In the face of the coming consecration, I found it difficult to achieve indifference, despite my stoicism in the face of vicissitudes.
The elders brought out their intricate attire and disturbing manners to attend the meeting, such as napias pierced with metal sticks, and the dishevelment of having smeared their bodies with the entrails of animals, the cause of stench and my subsequent excitement of disgust and emesis.
In the lyrics of the intoned epicedios, I could notice the prebend in the elaboration of lime as a necessary element for the care of the skulls hanging in their temples, accessories amputated to martyrs and fallen adalides in disgrace; the burning of wood in demerit of the greenness of the forest and the resulting smoke that would denigrate the eyes of the primordial god.
To appease the calamity conjured upon the crops, by substantial equivocations to debauchery and ruin, the previous convention of the elders would have ruled with caution; the most propitious way would be with the inference of the density of the smoke given off by the ceremonial brazier.
On the walls of the temple, precisely in the niches and vaults of the place, the dye of the indigo leaves would be enlivened, which mixed with my viscera, would provide the necessary color to restore the pundonor to the troubled god.
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© ignis_fatuus2
Because of it, I would carry the dye extracted from the leaves of the indigo, strict color to ennoble the enclosure of the neglected.
My capture took place at the height of the pugnacious race, benefactor of the pride of the nation and the coat of arms. I declined from the procerity to the apprehension of the chains and the burden. I had to tolerate for days the emptiness of the famine and the enclosure, which extends with severity, the impact under the light.
In the face of the coming consecration, I found it difficult to achieve indifference, despite my stoicism in the face of vicissitudes.
The elders brought out their intricate attire and disturbing manners to attend the meeting, such as napias pierced with metal sticks, and the dishevelment of having smeared their bodies with the entrails of animals, the cause of stench and my subsequent excitement of disgust and emesis.
In the lyrics of the intoned epicedios, I could notice the prebend in the elaboration of lime as a necessary element for the care of the skulls hanging in their temples, accessories amputated to martyrs and fallen adalides in disgrace; the burning of wood in demerit of the greenness of the forest and the resulting smoke that would denigrate the eyes of the primordial god.
To appease the calamity conjured upon the crops, by substantial equivocations to debauchery and ruin, the previous convention of the elders would have ruled with caution; the most propitious way would be with the inference of the density of the smoke given off by the ceremonial brazier.
On the walls of the temple, precisely in the niches and vaults of the place, the dye of the indigo leaves would be enlivened, which mixed with my viscera, would provide the necessary color to restore the pundonor to the troubled god.
#PoetryProse #Horror #HorrorProse #SpeculativePoetry
© ignis_fatuus2
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