What a splendid town
Necropolis
Citizens are dead
In layers.
Their homes are cool
In wonderland
Their house-warming goes with
Affected pathos.

Suffering is kind
And generous
Rituals help
To forget.
Making things all right,
Build a realm for those,
For whom it makes no difference,
Who are dead.

I won’t appreciate it.
Laboured tears!
I won’t appreciate it.
Human fears…

When the Memory ’s alive
It doesn’t need
Such a stupid fetish
For your pride
Compare the Great stone angel
And the buried one,
For whom it makes no difference,
Who has died!

Gorgeous sepultures
Are they measure of love,
Measure of suffer,
Or of money?

Clearing your conscience,
Sacrificing to God,
It is too late
To feel sorry for the past.

When I am dead don’t thank me that way
I won’t appreciate it!
Goths will dance around my grave,
Murmuring my name!

I won’t appreciate it.
Laboured tears!
I won’t appreciate it.
Human fears…

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