Human mortal lot

Our world is mortal.
Nothing is divine.
Land and air, water!
Nature, human kind!

Death, the heart of Darkness,
Where is way to light?
Nothing endless, nothing!
No eternal life!

Look! The crimson sunset!
See the love and hope?
No, l see the bloodshed
Human mortal lot.

Day!The empty clishes!
Nigt!The ruler-king!
Stay!Become a crature!
Die and get no wings!


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