In a tragic whirlwind,
the world spins madly around.
Human nature refuses
to soar towards the Sacred ground.
Shells, bombs, and rockets
scrawl a dark obituary.
And beneath those cursed caps,
the devil resembles a deity.
Fueled with rage, brother kills brother,
malice shatters destinies apart.
And gas is flowing into the sea
from pipes that have already blown.
A wild she-wolf howls -
the one who nursed Romulus and Remus.
And from apathy, silent and low,
Justice is dying, utterly defused.
Plundered by wicked tyrants,
the earth smolders in nighttime's haze,
with heavy wounds she bears,
hovering on the brink of her last days.
And somehow, God, she yearns
for You to crush Evil, dreadful and stark,
for only with You can life
be forever blessed, bright as a spark.
Come, Love from above!
Illuminate the sky's expanse,
so that the evil brood of Satan
can burn from Your Sword's fierce lance.
Stefan Glavchev
(The Rise of the Fall)
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