“Oxen of guilt…”
Oxen of guilt.
Yoke of war.
Reward
of Divine losses.
The sun’s
victorious
flag is looming.
We are dying.
And after death
we speed up
our pace.
We know
how to escape from Hell,
but what about Paradise?
translated by Nataliya Ogienko
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