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Since the good omen
Of fate is not eternal,
I am compelled to rein in
My very self through death.
But the burden is too heavy,
And I am far too foolish;
And so, I shall remain
Languishing within the embrace of your hands.
From the opposing wind,
I have acquired the habit of forever hiding in the shadows.
Indulge me; transform me;
Grind my opinions into dust.
Oh, Saint Marie, I beg you: wear me down—
Wear me down from within, preferably starting from the very heart.
The frosty echoes of paradise ring in the distance;
All I truly desire is to find warmth.
Weep out the last remnants of your soul’s vices;
Taste the flavor of your own tears.
An easy choice:
Despair.
Sorrow.
Test the limits of human nature upon me.
You are free to establish your own norms. From this moment on,
All wars are justified!
Long live the Tsar!
Death exists no more!
So go forth—act with savagery!
Cast down morality—it cannot sully
Your noblest thoughts
With the typical brand of a murderer.
Raise the pitchforks against the foes
Of these new foundations!
How could one fail to know
That you are more worthy than any other?
Cast aside the remnants of your former lust;
For these very paths—
You yourself—
Have already traversed.
Hide yourself in the shadows once more;
For you, less than anyone else, deserve
The embrace of these hands, the unseen brilliance of these eyes,
Or even the mere whisper of these lips, uttered in yearning
For your wretched name.