In the name of the good God of grave sleepers
The God of Punches in the Eyes of the Strikes
God Almighty Money, Force, and Cheap Grave
The God of Oil and Empty Tables of Bread
God screams skin burnt from acid
To his fathers beard, which turned white from the root
To work and business and the rights of the unpaid
The Fresh Stain of the Secret of the Pure Cedar Gardeners and the Selection and Invasion of the Stature of Lies
To the earthquake, the verse of which is the depth of His grace, and
A hell that is caused by the love and affection of a friend and
Wind, Soil, and the Dream of Ahvazs Passion Eye
Traveling on the condition of "until the plane crashes"
At the expense of the war and the disgrace of the peoples pockets
The unfortunate breaths of the people
Loan deposits and embezzlement drowning
Because of your crime, which is screaming, these retributions
Step into the new year that revolves around us
Shame on our enemies.
That the worker shook a vein
Garden Man
Your voice got hot in the newspaper
The sound roared in the open valves of the oil
When the sound was cut off, someone left again
Where is?
On the boundaries of a woman under force?
The birth of heaven at the bottom of the grave?
Where, in the dry ruins of Hoor?
On the graves of the patient people?
Where is?
The Seeds of the Wrath of the Trash
And the pits of blood and tears of twenty years old
The humiliation of the misguided
Signification of moans
And the traces of the blood of the locals on the deeds
The curved street is tired of the stupidity of the novices
God in the mud in the depths of the alleys
Syringes
Overdoses
Her Weight
And man said, "What is it?"
