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by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA Feb 4, 2007 category : Internet slang / sadness
A poem by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA English translation by Olga Ismagilova Survival-> Denies-> PreservationURKH 1 Its Cruel Snow But Not The Sun That Fondles Feathers Of The Bird-> The She-Wolf-> Led By The Fire That Burns-> Madly Quickens Her Run-> Its Only Possible To Die WiThout Cry But Full Of Power-> Small Copper Change Is Hid And Covered By Scattered Diamonds Its Only Possible To Kill The Reason Of Being And Of Aim-> He Who Will Shoot Himself In Head Of Thrill Will Tear The Thread->URKH 2 Half-Open Are The Eyes Of Blaze But Rage Of Day Does Not Abate-> The Hawk Of Vengeance Flies Away To Count The Righteous And Replete The Unity Of Owls And The Moon-> The Eyes See Light In Their Blindness-> And Slowly Is Reduced To Ashes By The Fire The Eagles Blood For Kiss There Is-> A Bite And Death-> To Feel The Pain The Birds Will Fly-> And Wolves-> The Killers That Are Wise-> Will Force-> The Weak-> To Die->URKH 3 Fall Asleep-> At The End Of The Day-> The Moon Turns The Way Into Ashes-> In The Ominous Play Of The Flame There Is Nothing But Gods Tenderness There Is Nothing But Reinforced Purity-> What Love Forbids Is Defied-> It Is Darkness In Its Fury That Saves The Light It Is The Wisdom Of The Slayer That Strives The Living To Unravel-> He Who Tomorrow The Truth Will Reveal Is Bound To Die-> Today->URKH 4 Death Creating The Beauty Will Always Overcome-> And What Is Really Red Like Blood-> Will Shine And Shimmer Bright Whats Really-> Really Black-> Will Keep The Thrill Inside-> Every Innocent Hides The Evil And Rebellious Its Tenderness That Calls To Torture And Demolish-> The Flight Of Deathly Claws-> Will Make-> The Pure-> FlourishURKH 5 So Frozen In The Deathlike Fire The Birds Are Silently Flying-> And In The Center Of Outlined Range Still Furious-> They-> Alight-> The Whirlwind Of The Snow Again Makes Deathly Purity Attractive-> You Are -> Whose Truth Is -> Nowhere You Are -> Whose Sense Is-> To Attack Youll Have The Sun All To Yourselves-> But Shadows Of The Moon Fly High-> And Claws So Tenderly Will Touch My LipsURKH 6 Him Who Has Unleashed The War Killing Never Pangs-> All Moneys To The Flare Thrown To Let The Fire Reign And Females Are Given To Males To Feel The Joy Of Copulation -> For Beauty And For Revelation A Temple From Skulls Is Made Let The White Sheets Burn Away-> No Steps Do The Flying Want-> Into The Space Of New Void Shadows Are Cast By The WingURKH 7 The Harmony And Blood Are Bound-> You Eagles Live To Hunt-> The Arrow Is Touched By The Palm-> And Freezes The Feverish Body The Blade Is Touched By The Palm To Make The Revelation Bright-> And Birds Of Predatory Psalms Fly High-> And Cry-> The War Is Always Summing Up-> For Love Theres No Perfection-> Let Us Forget The Heavenly Attractions THE CRUELTY IS TENDERNESS OF GOD