Serenity Phenomenon

In silence, the voice of deads, too low for the ignorant ears.Time, a deceiver, see!you hardly hear me.Hatred is the tree in "desert serenity", love shall never to beSleeping with eternal sanity, you shall never see any of theeDrawth near in the gloom the twilight of wisdom in your own liesThere'll be no sun shine reflecting your grave, please give me no hopeThe door is far away you cannot create a wayThoroughly, breaks a storm of doomYou all listen to me, give up this slavish beautyYou all listen to me, give up what the holy gives theeGive up what the holy one gives theeFly in the vital existence of dreams, to the east and to the westDeath to the weakling, wealth to the strongPassion, imagination and addictionCountesses of hatred whom i love intensly, you wear the robe of stoicism"ı am of them that liveth foreverArise you sons of hatred and love, visit the earth"Singing curses in the midday of indulgenceFrom their eys run seas of bloodHappy are them with ownings and blessings of godly lies.....those be the thunders of wisdom; slaveselvesLanterns of sorrow stings bitterly"ıneffably mildewed mindsAnd their pleasures dwell in the air"