What was mayhem?
You are always hungry with a blow.
The future is dead. Death never comes alone.
I sink the jealousy
of the fragments. It is brittle. You are
also not less, what you were.
The passion. It dictates.
Lecture starts. Why nihilism enters?
You know what is the purpose of death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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