Nevermore Of Dead Raven

by AZsacra ZARATHUSTRA   May 29, 2007


"Nevermore" Of Dead Raven

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by 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 dies
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

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  • 17 years ago

    by Gary Jurechka

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