"Nevermore" Of Dead Raven
a wordcinemaby AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
English translation by AIDar ISMAGILOV
isn't
the Shine
too shiny?
Black
Mass in temple of
ant-hill
the moth is
more black than
snow
inhalation of!
the very!
explosion!
to writhe inside
the shut
cocoon
to give the sun
your own blood
to drink
raven die
in deep
snow
death
sets
the Decease
to whirl –
and whirl –
by bites
to lead
the tribe of
bullets
to rise after
the control
shot
the grass –
breathes –
further
bliss of
leaps of
wolves
the tiny beam
in the finest
drop
hatred
for everything that
is "a man"
tell
that it is
not so?
yes -
it
is!
it's time
to become
Nothing
"Nevermore" of
the dead
raven
the Great
Scream of
the rat
just
a spit of
blood
Poetry by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA
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Written on 2007-05-30 at 08:42
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