Last breath,
last silent cry,
last recollection of my lover,
last thought of my cute cubs,
last memory of love,
last wave of a warm orgasm
along my crushed dead body.
I was a fox, an old red vixen;
my disfigured corpse
is lying on the bloody road
under the tires
of the heartless iron monsters.
My soul unleashed,
my spirit freed,
now I feel peaceful, still and calm.
Last final breath.
last spark of earthy life.
So now good bye,
good bye, long mortal life,
good bye, my old true lover dog fox -
it's time to leave somewhere
for a new existence.
Farewell, frail world,
in which I was an old red vixen.
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by Pavel Nichkov