A spirited land of thorns

A spirited air dries my mouth
My harty flesh refuses obedience
Indistinct horizon – Earth without shape
And only wilderness – the desert and SHADOWS

They form themselves – from my nightmare
The worship of foreight deity-throwing flames
They hungers-burn with hate
Sowing diseases, epidemics and PLAGUES

“The worship of foreight deity-throws flames
Burnt by bolt-twenty three sices”
Burnt towns-nobody aroid death
What a beautiful nightmare
A SPIRITED LAND OF THORNS