Death, this bitter tale with a tightly bound rope around the teeth. <\/p>\n
Open mouths to swallow humans. Three men separately. \u0628\u0647 \u0622\u063a\u0648\u0634 \u0645\u0627\u062f\u0631 \u0627\u0646\u0633\u0627\u0646 \u0631\u0646\u062c \u062e\u0648\u0631\u062f\u0647 \u062f\u0631 \u06af\u0644\u0648<\/p>\n
Thirsty for the embrace of a suffering human mother, thirsty for the embrace of a suffering human mother in the throat. <\/p>\n
To meet the father of the killed human in exile without meeting <\/p>\n
The last one sewn with lips; they, death with a rope. \u0639\u0634\u0642 \u0632\u0646\u062f\u06af\u06cc<\/p>\n
Houses, they fall in love with acquaintance; we, in groups, fall in love with life. \u0627\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
We are going to meet. The sky is raining blood, the ground is dry. \u0622\u0633\u0645\u0627\u0646 \u0645\u06cc \u062f\u0631\u062e\u0634\u062f<\/p>\n
“And the mother’s eyes are constantly dry from crying. The sun is shining from the sky.” \u06cc<\/p>\n
The cold windows stuck to the cold wall, disgust. \u0634\u0648\u062f<\/p>\n
No matter how much it tries, this heart remains cold and will not warm up. \u062e\u0648\u0627\u0647\u062f<\/p>\n
Where is life going? What does this death want; what does it desire? \u062e\u0648\u062f\u0634 \u0631\u0627<\/p>\n
Love will make someone spend their whole life thinking about killing themselves. \u0645\u062c\u0631\u0648\u062d<\/p>\n
He rises from sleep with broken necks, injured feet. \u062f\u0639\u0627 \u0645\u06cc \u06a9\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n
Larzan counts the last breaths of others; she prays for them. <\/p>\n
He wants to leave and thinks about the time. \u0627\u0648\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
Going to his\/her home is on his\/her mind. <\/p>\n
He does it and thinks that this is the reward for killing. \u06a9\u0647 \u0627\u0648 \u0627\u0631\u0632\u0634\u0634 \u0631\u0627 \u062f\u0627\u0631\u062f<\/p>\n
God sends him to paradise, what he deserves. <\/p>\n
They have promised it before in the book of fear. Where is it? <\/p>\n
Life? It is like watching a childish game. \u0646\u06cc\u0633\u062a<\/p>\n
“Death, come and take back the life of man, it is not that big of a deal.” \u0631\u0627 \u0627\u0646\u062a\u062e\u0627\u0628 \u06a9\u0631\u062f\u06cc<\/p>\n
It’s not worth watching. Remember the day you chose your career in school. \u06af\u0648\u06cc\u062f<\/p>\n
They ask your child: and he\/she responds. \u0628\u0647 \u0645\u0646 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u06af\u0641\u062a<\/p>\n
He says: My father, my father, my father is a tyrant! A man who would tell me every morning, \u06af\u06cc\u0631\u062f<\/p>\n
He performs ablution to seek permission from his God to kill a human being. <\/p>\n
“Take care of a person before they return home.” <\/p>\n
Killed. Has killed a human. Has killed a human.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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