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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Saša Milivojev OF DEEP STATE AND WORSHIPERS OF SATAN LORDS OF THE WORLD The Ancient of the Days, can you see what he is wearing, Cardinal shoes made of children’s skin wrung out from the veins Last drop of blood that remains overflowing tankers Come through the secret bunkers Descend to the underground To the cities of gold The gardens in diamonds adorned Hotels palatial Death camps infernal Where thousands of children abducted Cry in the clutches of the devil They will invite you to dine Pour adrenalin into your wine Baby roast on the menu Bones burning in the fireplace just for you They will forever be returning Rejuvenated with blood, rejoicing to walk among men in shoes of cardinal skin Stepping over dead bees just the same Compassion they’ll say is their name Whilst from those cities underground From their laboratories Millions of bacteria and viruses Are killing your world mercilessly The poles and icebergs they are melting away Torrents will bring you to dismay Tsunami will crumble the cities to ruins Earthquake will shatter graves and dreams Everything you have they will turn to dust Drought will ablaze crops to crust Of hunger millions will die Poisons are raining from the sky To the bones of children cast thy eye to the bottom of the sea where they lie look inside the savage eyes, yearning for demise gleaming with innocence of the fallen victims’ cries The Ancient of the Days can you see The Heavens are yearning for equity Without the soul void is poetry Let the world, That endures the humiliation silently Frightened of camps and lethality - be free. Saša Milivojev Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska www.sasamilivojev.com
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