</centerThey rested their buttocks
in the fiery coals of hell,
the clock no longer runs in your life
nature died for him;
Rage seizes his soul,
Seeing injustices dancing in the fire ...
Putrefaction, desolation, black blood,
excrement, death, hunger, thirst;
in the dreamy eyes of the poet
two calm tears run,
that coming to the fire
they refuse to disappear,
the bright drops come to life,
and a rose springs from it;
feel the vate, reborn love
finally your nightmare ends .....
Paradise, butterflies, lilies,
end of wars,
the poet, he is again.
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