Remorese and Melankolia

Nikeli
Long live the strange white / Foreign on naked isle, once whole

Norilsk and Nikel, abandoned by God, embraced by Kirim. Vomit smoke and sulfur, drink narcotic sludge. Where have you gone, Angel Mykyle, Pikkiya’s saviour of old? Oh, oh …

In Remorese, deepest sorrow sing
Have a seat and dip your head low
And never will you return to the surface
Let this barstool be your resting place

It was there the Krim of Old died, there the Krim of New was born. So, too, was I reborn in the deep blackness and coal-dark mines that are the eateries & pleasure-houses of these abandoned, yet blessed places.

Melankolia, soot on the soul
Poor is the meal of
The toothless soup-man
& the bird in flight

nikelio
As bright as her light had flashed, it was now snuffed to darkness / and in Jakko grew also a tumor of cold, black realisation
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Who knows most (of Krim)?

jurgenbw
am in control.
I know so much, but hold no knowledge.

On his 50th birthday, he met with his mother. Half a century had passed since he came forth from Her womb. She was old now, gray and pale, her womb deserted and dry.

As he saw his mother, Jürgen himself felt age. He no Krim, no proper Krimean, yet he know much of Him.

jurgenunlife
To this end,
drink a lot of water.

He was a reader of books and lexicæ, Jürgen.

Truly, in this world, I hold the sacred knowledge of Krim most strongly!

jurgenrot
Long live you slaves!
Now meet the demand!

Jürgen lied through life and unlife.

Valle Waling, Valle!