I live in all six realms of samsara ... Bashny.Net

< Felix Komarov



In me live, all the six realms of samsara,
Basements of Hell, the height of the sky,
Deserts hungry smoky fires,
And human Mayat.

In my hyena looking flesh live,
Asuras are raising a sword ...
And because by God I miss,
And the executioner himself cut down to the shoulders.

Flying in a basket under the blood fountains,
I pray in the silence of transcendental ...
The child will tilt to the head,
They're kids.

They still do not know pain,
But the door is open, and behind it are,
Good gods, in his role of angry,
And the ghost of the paradise called hell.

The child will step, we are marching back,
Go around the circle, many thousands of years ...
And every time the road forget,
And remember that there is no road.

There is no road, and I, God, the demon,
With himself in a meaningless fight ...
And I am a wall, and all of us just the walls,
With graffiti, returns to his.

All six worlds, drawings on the concrete,
All the gods, colorful brushstrokes,
And sinners lying moaning,
And wretched spirits bitter sands.

Asuras valor, suffering living,
Epiphany human minds ...
And for Pap smear, lies thick,
While not hide a world of bygone dreams.