I am President Evil

 
 
نویسنده : President Evil - ساعت ٦:٤٩ ‎ق.ظ روز ٢٩ شهریور ۱۳۸٥
 

Death of Love; Love of Death

Hark to me Beloved!

Still remember his nightingale-like singings in somber nights?

Could you not behold the poor Lover at the feet of Death?

Hurry up for attending his quiet funeral.

He did need you, yet you earmarked him as sheer unnecessary.

Embrace his coffin towards his perpetual sepulture.

He still needs you, albeit rotten.

Damn to all non-necessitated necessities; all but one,

Love!

 

President Evil – September 24, 2004