holy devils,
are guardians of prostitutes alleys
in this way
the residents of anger and wrath
are godess that their wildly neighbors originated of ape and thirst
to spread out the ash of their without baptism sin
on the particular without armour
look at,
the certain day
ocean will bring it octopus from depth to the surface
that day
will have been regret day of sunny ghostliness.
((Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh))
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