Satan: “Me miserable! Which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell…”
[John Milton]
In the vortex of fire I move through the countless
flock of the godforsaken ones to the stage, which
reminds me
a block.
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I see remains of their eyes flowing down their cheeks.
Crack of their skin deafens me.
The waves of sufferings and pain are washing me.
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My wail of compassion drowns in the tongues of flame.
Hundreds of strings tighten me –
Immaculate harvester of mankind – the one to blame.
I scorn myself, contemplating what I’ve done with these
helpless beings
With their Now, turned to None.
[Solo: Artyom]
I’m melting with poisonous smoke
I leak – I’m squashed shriek – I’m a flow.
I am bleeding with tears of flame, going into nothing,
To return in epochs again.
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