Suffer! You mankind.
Terror, I want some more:
More to the edge!
Streets, fall apart.
Oceans, cover the lands.
Hail, high mountains, embrace
with the corals in the depths.
Hey you witch, raise
and pluck their wounds forever,
and don't let them die.
Why there is noone to stroke my hair?
1992, Ankara
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