But I still love you

wordman wants me to translate because he does not understand Arabic. I hope my translation is correct

The sky is bleeding, To dig up This rain My heart haunted by ghosts.

Until I see you behind the fog you approach, swaying so you hold my hand and tell me that you will not leave me

So the difficult clash with my presence stops for several moments, I hope that the death will be postponed, but the coffin does not like the light, so it encircles me with a limb to destroy the light and touch death again

Do you hear howling? No, this rang torment

 I am waiting for you on the sidelines of life until I return disappointed to my place

I stand broken like the hands of the clock, wait for your arrival, for the soul to reunite with existence again. Are you death or heaven?

The sky is bleeding profusely and howling intensifies as I turn inside the curse ring to wrestle with death for the first time

I am so sure I cannot be stopped today, there is no time to die

I will tear down the ends of the coffin, bring the offerings, and perform the prayer of disbelief but I will not come out of this The coffin, nor will I be cured forever

Open the room door and i stagger to the floor, barefooted with swollen feet, cursing shoes, distances, borders, dimensions, and maps.

I broke my heart because care is a sin that cannot be forgiven. Now I bear the punishment. Curses soften the isolation of the grave. We are melting like funeral candles. I do not confess Without anger,  Let us celebrate the killing of brutality, promises and angels before our existence is slain

But I will still wait  you to kneel to me as a sacrifice in front of the massacre of Satan, and I tell you that I do not like all this distance between your lips, my body, the dagger, and your neck, and that life is far from being just.

The body rises and the sky is falling, I tell you that Satan have Mourned for the first time.

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[wordman]

deep write my friend,touching