This is my blood. It is the blood mystery.
* * *
Insects danced in the air with their last power on afternoon at the tea time.
Mainly last power at the tea time.
Man is an insect of the cosmos. Insect's day is one of a whole life.
* * *
They oversaw when I slept.
How could I say, they did wrong, the stalinists
This world is silent.
Motherland has committed a crime with the Nazis.
We will continue to live in a lie with it.
That can not be without the retribution.
Traces the path will be deleted.
We do not want to rise from life-long sleep.
* * *
Thousands and thousands of blood burn, but time will not give up.
Chaos reigns.
Painting by Hieronymus Bosch.
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