I am the poet of the world wars and walking through the land of tears.
Century of wars,  Poems

HELL OF PARADISE (1)

Born in the dark night
In a street full of dirty mud
Disgusted by nudity
Irradiated by the moon
Find out that everything was just a game
Ask for help
And lose hope
Be afraid of the wrath
Everything hurts a lot
Understand, that life is too short
Come to the end of the footbridge
Play with death
Talk to your memory
Throw away the veil of tenderness
To break the ice

Born in the dark night
Naked and helpless
Blinded by the luster of the moon
Lit a candle
Burn the bridges
Make a coffin
Build a cross
And dig a grave
Then just cross the bridge of misfortune
Jump into the abyss of nostalgia
And this is the end!

(summer 2000)

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