Evil - that's not an idea, it does not act,
Neither God's punishment, nor the black mass.
Evil - is Nothing, evil is Invariably Something.
Evil for emptiness. Evil is rather human,
Not something abstract, something Different.
Evil - something that will ALWAYS be near me.
Evil is sunset's dust, chaos of dust.
Evil is touched by the corpse in the grave.
After Hospice, after sucked mattress
I want only the Klaas's ashes.
Evil is a ballet of skeletons.
Graceful skeleton. Tickets to
Swan Lake in the coffin of ice!
Swan of evil. The skeleton has a destiny.
Evil - it's not a bullet in temple of Mayakovsky.
Evil - is not Lilya, devoured his brain.
Evil - is prose of his being.
Verses - are a pose. And evil - that's me.
Evil - Thing-in-Itself against Thing-Itself.
Evil - that is always with you, always for you.
Evil - is not a set of phenomena.
Evil escapes words.
Evil lives in the crime,
Evil reminds love.
This is eternity of quantities
Evil is never kitsch.
Evil is like a child, blithely.
Evil contains in its structure
Anything, what is possible, but
Evil will never be
Manifested in the Otherland.
Crack between the worlds,
Abyss of Friedrich Nietzsche
That is always behind us,
For to last, spreading.
Evil - is a Truth of Truths,
It's very limit -
Dante with his circles of hell
Goya with malformed bodies
Malevich with a black square,
Bosch with chaos of colors .
Everyone has his own truth.
Truth is scarier than evil.
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