The Great Flood

Earth is tired of worrying,
its axis annual around,
this circle loses its meaning
for sake turnover of the sun.

Among the somber minor music 
erasing, as a weary, sweat.
The Earth has arranged Great flood.
just to revive all force from that.

And in the blue palette
far sprawled on the water
billions of mourning mattes
dissolved into nothing.

Be damned the beginning,
when God created this world,
and all that was above empyrean
now under darkness of blue throws.

And even steel birds cannot save
knife will disrupted mankind lives
all will take by greatest spate
the Earth's alive. man will die.

Among the depths of blue dark mash,
as if in narrow shackles
curling like carrion and squash
body of kids and creakers.

In thunder peal virgins' crying 
a moan's drown by waves and rain
and water crosses sky and trying
to hide the land and leave just main. 

Be damned the beginning,
When God created this world,
And all that was above empyrean
Now under darkness of blue throws.