The Crematorium

Dissolved into clouds and poured onto the Pacific's Ring of fire, 

world's ever fiery lantern smells like burning tyre

As if walking down the ancient Inferno

Feet flying above and hairs to & fro

Great hot stones chill the brain which is dripping

And feeding the Nymphs of fire around, flitting...

Dining at the core of hell, the pandemonium, Beelzebub's welcome - honour among the crowd.

Bloody ostrich thigh served as deserved in Lucifer's Golden crown

To drink is food and drinks are to eat; flying is gravity.

Wide open Lucifer's ass, there, underneath a cavity

Pleased by some children of him - sin and death

To descend along a bridge built when Paradise Lost, fallen as Angels without wreath

Amidst, met with the tooth aching underground man.

Breaking the seal of kola, jumped into the protest against freedom ban

At the top of Ural, sitting General Frost - Moscow's innocent Falstaff

Tormented, with saliva, the two great historical stuff

Latter admired, touched former's tomb, failed to read o' latter

Recalling the yelling echoes inside Lucifer's ass; john 8:44, inspired Hitler

The (Brave) man of Holocaust, "Jews are the children of Satan"

Lie...lie,lie...lie,lie... shouting the Lady Lazarus a Modern Pagan

occult, did black magic with an apple, a bottle and a starred coffer,

Witness that while hanging in the majestic noose in Hitler's bunker,

Time traveling with him who never died, spying on her

A little key opened that casket unleashing horror

She jumps as if Devils entered...

Hardly felt Hitler's eyes b

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ut once trembled

Her flashing Jewish eyes lighting her room so white

Loosy hairs spindle her hand gripping her nerves tight

And scribbles steadily from mind's pool

shown three unusual erudite pieces of art.

Soon unleashed herself her sobering soul

Hitler gone as the last rebellious jew died in sort

Falling long from the Niagara falls lonely

Floating amidst the dead bodies wounded badly

Sink into the Scarlett pond on the Holy Grail

Tongue never forget to thank the oldest wine

From the last supper even Da Vinci tasted never

May the wine expire, nor art neither the rumour

Dying is as, Ye are three! have mercy upon...

Comes no bless but a curse for sins agon

Suddenly the Angel of death; master of metaphors halts for a while

Stopping all process towards eternity, vanished with a smile

stunned amidst the eternity and earth

Half boiled body; half way towards death

Half soul eternal but memories regained

Fire becomes dark; when the light remade...

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Some stop the incineration!

And extinguishing the charred,

Unearth, the burial of alive dead

Of expelled emotions and expiring bottle,

From the border between hell and life

The crematorium - one of the Hell's gateway.

Almost every parts burned, turning into steam

Still the frothing lips start to wail

Howling....the evil's anguished cry

Blurred, deep, obnoxious Tatler's voice:

Though dying, an art then 

Burning alive is a masochistic joy..

Bury not, let the ember engulf

Each cell of Melancholy alive!