« At the bottom of wood a vault dies »

On the being reduced way. Between the trees growing. Appears unimportant. The body of an infante. Tears on the running out face. Sobs intersecting. This complaint devouring it. “At the bottom of wood a vault dies. Crying over its furnace bridge. Watery notes of a requiem.  Its torn stolen agreements. With the worms of a forgotten poem. Oozing on walls of blood. Running out to the rhythm of a dying heart. At the bottom of wood a vault dies. Crying over its furnace bridge. Watery notes of a requiem. Pushing until the blasphemy. Love and hatred. Like the last turn. Strewing the ground with cold and unhappiness. Parades failing of an ultimate mass. Without believer, nor penitent absent for always. At the bottom of wood a vault dies. Crying over its furnace bridge. Watery notes of a requiem. Shouting the hope that it is liked. In the distress of its loneliness. Lapse of memory eternal of his turpitudes. Veil growing. Among a vegetation choking it. At the bottom of wood a vault dies. Crying over its furnace bridge. Watery notes of a requiem”.  Telling the fear of an infante. Panicked to die of a slow death.