O Hell

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O Hell

To clear the drifts of spring

of our forbearsвАЩ excrements

and bury the subconscious archives

under unaffected flowers

IndeedвБ†вАФ

our person is a covered entrance to infinity

choked with the tatters of tradition

Goddesses and Young Gods

caress the sanctity of Adolescence

in the shaft to the sun.