devil horns

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اش غسبا عليج

صدك شنو كلتي مسمعت

هاي اني

DAEMON . Mikhail Lermontov Oh! Just listen, I pray, I am your servant - I love you! As soon as I saw you, And secretly I suddenly began to hate Immortality and my power. I involuntarily envied the incomplete joy of earthly; It hurt me not to live like you, and it’s scary and different to live with you. In a bloodless heart, an unexpected ray warmed up again, And the sadness at the bottom of the ancient wound Stirred like a snake. What is this eternity to me without you? Are my possessions infinite? Empty sonorous words, Vast temple - without a deity

I can kill a person for a small mistakes of you.

Buried somewhere far from this chest. This memory is constantly sprouting. With this memory, the most fertile area of my being is accustomed to your delicate roots. One day, you will bloom right under my skin. And that day, instead of a thin chest, a small flower will be established in the middle of my body. That day, you will take my share of breath and grow in the heart of someone, who wished every day from you to not have a heart.

I will immortalize all your remains