Rain

The tappering of rain brings again the sorrowful pain,
in this scenery of long-lasting mournful cries,
...they do not cease...
they persist in their endeavour,
oh once again!
in this greish rainy day of mine.

I open my heart to the night,
I beg to her to tear this earthly prison,
that I against fight,
and my cries to the darkened heavens I shout!
for I have renounced to Love,
that one whose corrupted thoughts,
have mercilessly casted me aside.

I beg the rain to cleanse my soul,
for this flesh makes it its hostage,
I beg to her to set this soul of mine free,
free of this decadent realm of scornful beings,
who claim to live in justice,
but all that there is, is simply hell.

Moscow
26.12.11
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