November 12, 2006 by AK
A Voice from the Choir
And the last age — the most terrible of all —
both you and I will see.
Foul sin will conceal all the sky;
on every mouth, laughter will freeze —
the grief of non-existence.
From a poem (1910–1914) by Alexander Blok (1880-1921).
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