Tears
like the mountains and the forests
endless rivers of red rose
your heaven is satanic poetry
your heaven is when i bleed
through the bleeding heaven
through the clouds of dying children
tears
while my youth still lived and grew
horizon of wide sights
sadness only far away
but where are you now distance...
blood of the holy body
are you here to hold me, to kiss me
go away you hurt me...
with every sunrise, new sadness, new pain

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