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Postural shiver

Motion shortage

Glyphs are carved

On the old scum

Failure to act Thou standest in chaos

For my corpse to be thrown in a hole


Unseen machine

With the sharp stings along it

Cogwheels revolve

Undressing warm flesh

Just to endure a torture for hours

(But) I want my death to be quick


Oh, swamp lights call

I foresee my own fall

Dismember the loneliness

In hissing of dreadful emptiness


ONE. Cold fingers flatter my ribs

TWO. I close my eyes and descend

THREE. Adhesive fear burning down desperate attempt to survive

FOUR. Firm justice demands to spit myself out by black clots of blood

FIVE. Crashed bones remind truth of painful purification

SIX. Echoes made me distraught with grief


I'm the one who provoked the downfall to the earth

But I'm the only one who left my heinous crimes to stay obscured


SEVEN. Millions of tiny electric needles pierce me all around. Light rays fall down and interfere from the soft ground. Circles and lines spreading the blue, emerald and greenish glow. Clouds in the sky are gone. All at once disappears. There are only a starry sky and I under it, lying in the water. Noise also disappeared. Boundless tranquility. I close my eyes.


Pray for me, you fucking bastard

Or you'll be kissing my rotten eyes

With worn-out vultures

Hangman will cut out all your lies

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