Kristina Korus


Burn, Sun, burn! Burn me,
My sorrow, pain and agony!

Consume this world with infernal fires
and melt away those masks so empty.
Send forth your rays on hatreds heirs
so doomed forever they shall be.

Smash the narrow chinks of the caverns
in which weve closed ourselves up so blind.
Lead us to the purifying taverns
of infernal corrosives where minds freedom is to be find.

Cleanse the doors of our perception
that well again be able to see
how things are real
in infinity.



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Published on on 05/15/2004.


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