Ashes have no fear to burn in hellIn your heart's paradise angels dwellRib cage fastens all sins of the wrongYour bones will sing you mortality’s song

You are a cool cemetery.You have the sinner’s graveYou have the saint’s earthcollidingYou have all the bedsnarrow as a knife;as if a rally of tombstones to defend death.But you can’t really postponethe inauguration of my burial,can you?From the poem - Few Words to Cemetery

Seek more strength for weaker spine No grape grows on sinner’s vine

The center of my sins stuck behind a blocked door, circled by hollow deeds spread on my lifetime’s floor

One sin leads to anotherBrother kills brother When time: all spareThe burden of war Who wants to bear Cowards what we are!

Two types of dust I require to wipe my sin