Claim of Force (To the Great Lord of Plagues)

Absorb my tears

Oh, Great Lord of Plagues

Absorb my tears and

drink them

at once.

 

They have taste of shadows

taste of ice

taste of night

Of ice

Of night

Of shadows.

 

Hide me under your wings

and don’t let others see my face.

 

That face grounded by beatings

face molded by beatings

face of child

 

so sad

so lonely

 

Give me the power to run against the wind

Powerful wind

and bitter

and sweet

and hard

and seductive

 

wind of death

wind of pain.

 

Because there are many hits

but few falls

and I ever get up

and sometimes I feel alone

because there are many hits

but few tears.

 

This is not a cry

much less a complaint.

This is a Claim of force

to the Great Lord of Plagues.

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