I pray of this was a dream
Last run away faith in pain
Skin decays on my hands
I don't have tears to blowing
This embers
You sentence evil and good
Your face looks from abyss
With paternal Love you made
That I Had A Rest.
You dry now my naked bones
Melt nails in grotesque examples
Write in to my corpse words
Take from troupe this cup.
Sweet wind smells with calm
Not announced mixtures of evil
Why in spite that my heart burst
All the time i feel this bitterness
Of existence
Lying on centre altar of fire
I wait on merciful end of suffering.
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