THE DEATH

Martirossyan A. H.

(M.A.H)

THE DEATH !

the Creator exists, though nobody has seen him yet

you just write down my words somewhere not to forget

just don't believe in tales of bible, in paradise and hell

what's death ?, what comes after life ?, nobody can tell

Don't be afraid of death, you’d better be afraid of the Creator

all men are mortal, everyone should die sooner or later,

just die and you'll see, don't torture yourself anymore

just commit a suicide, what the hell are you waiting for ?

put the barrel of gun into your mouth and shoot yourself

have no gun, then take the dagger that lies on the shelf

no dagger, then just rush to the kitchen and take a knife

hang yourself, jump from bridge, put an end to your life

Breaking News

Direct Transmission from morgue for the news on CNN

Our correspondent is trying to interview the dead man

we've a firsthand information that he is in paradise now

so our correspondent is gonna interview him somehow

gonna put the corpse under hypnosis and  interrogate

to comprehend what's there above behind the heaven-gate

we all need to hear from him some advice and suggestions

 -yo corpse do you hear us, here we have some questions

what has the Creator prepared for you after your death ?

Is it something amazing that can take away our breath

was there an endless long tunnel you had to walk through

and a light at the end of tunnel illuminating way for you

when your death came, did the happiness come with it

do you regret now for the suicide you have commited

what the hell you lie here quietly like a dumb furniture

why you don't want to tell something about our future

we understand that it's hard to move lips when they're cold

come on pallid corpse , don't leave the secret untold

we do understand that your dead flesh is chilled to the bone

you just make some efforts to speak into microphone

this guy's shoulder is tired to hold his camera straight

goddamn corpse, I'm tired to persuade, TV viewers wait

if you're not aware pig, then know that it's a Live broadcast

you better make it quick, move your lips and grunt at last

Our Patient TV viewer !

we beg your pardon, everything can happen in television

we must break our interview for a stupid technical reason

nothing serious, just a slight mistake

Join us again after the break !

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welcome back !

we're back again in morgue to finish our interview

but at first we have something to clarify for you

it turns out the soul of our corpse ain't in paradise

we had a wrong information, for what we apologize

it turns out our corpse suffers in great agony of hell

he moans and licks Devil's trident pitchfork as well

our corpse is burning now on the damn hot fire

'cause he has been a congenital rascal and liar

he lied saying  he was innocent as a baby unborn

he lied to god as if he laughed the god to scorn

he smuggled drugs through the customs of Eden

and offered the angels to taste the fruit forbidden

they tasted, then abused it and became dopeheads

of course the God didn't kiss their bright foreheads

he instantly punished them and banished them all

and sent them straight to the devil's big asshole

and now we don't need the lame answers of a liar

 who pays for his damn lies in the Devil's empire

nothing to do but let him lick the Devil's pitchfork

Ara Martirossyan ! CNN ! from morgue !

don't catch me wrong, I'm not a correspondent at all

I have a sacred goal, I'm the one who'll thieve your soul

I'm The chosen one and my mission is too damn simple

and it ain't a mission just something like saving people

I ain't Neo ain't Zorro ain't Robin Hood and ain't Agent 007

I ain't a guardian angel and I ain't been sent from heaven

ain't Jesus come to save you and cure you of diseases

and I wouldn't give a damn, if the world fell all to pieces

don't try to recognize me  nobody knows me from before

I ain't an ordinary person, who the hell  you take me for

I look like ordinary one, but appearances are deceptive

but some judge by cover as they're mentally defective

Some of morons call me "Մեռել" 'cause they're morons

some of them ignore me as if they're The Chosen Ones

some of those girls coquet and some of guys  boast

Hard to believe  they don't  know how cheap they cost

they call me corpse, skeleton call me buried and wormy

they don't know who I am but they choose names for me

and although my nickname can be altered by stages

But my real name I swear you gotta remember for ages

I'm your Death, morons! you can't know me from before

I'm your future and I'll lead your way to your final door

nowhere to hide out as nothing can come to the rescue

my arms are stretched to your flesh to cuddle up to you

don't run away moron  and don't look for a shelter to hide

just say hallelujah! your Death is dancing by your side

I'll give you a  shelter,  don't be scared you just be brave

just get into this wooden box and I'll hide it in your grave

but whom to take at first , whose blood will slake my thirst

who wants to satisfy my hunger, who wants to die younger

and so my choice is made, some boaster will meet his fate

he has just an exaggerated opinion of his own importance

and he boasts shooting the words  without an accordance 

yeah poor guy, he doesn't even understand that he's insane

he just needs some injection into the bloodstream of his vein

or just a tidy restraint jacket behind the doors of the funny farm

when he begins to go mad or when he suddenly takes alarm

when he bullshits and becomes mentally erratic and flighty

when he pretends to be some lord magnus and god almighty

the crap comes out of his mouth but he is never being sorry

he's eager for glory, he's a hero of his own composed story

he's the son of Karabakh, I hate them, can't stand their slang

gonna bust up their gang, die you bastards bang bang bang

poor guy, I was cruel with him , I guess he was innocuous

his eyes was betraying him , his stare was kinda vacuous

sure he was a puppy whose bark was worse than his bite

who was eager for some special care to cancel his spite

now when he's gone, there's no use crying over spilt milk

let the soil cover his innocent corpse as softly as silk

next in turn is another boaster whom I count almost dead

the humankind won't regret, if they lose that rotten rat

he sticks to everyone like a bur , like a limpet , like a glue

it's really hard  to keep him at a distance far from you

don't argue with him he's always right, as he can't be wrong

he can convince you of his lame truth about all day long

he seems to be a place hunter, just a man of great ambition

may be playing politics he wants to become a politician

once I asked him why he studies in the faculty of physics

he said 'cause he has no rival there, who's fond of politics

nice it was said,  but I couldn't catch its figurative sense

I guess it's an answer of a phrasemonger in its essence

I just can't stand his existence and the lame tales he tells

he's a careerist  who  values  his  career above all else

the fat peanut politician is the person whom I don't trust

I know one simple truth which makes me  feel disgust

Politics, it's just the mud in which the politicians wallow

they do shit there, they eat there, according to the law 

politicians are vampires who suck the human blood

they all become dirty forever once they fall in mud

Michael is talented rat , he has immunity to the trash

he'll find his place in hell if his soul leaves his flesh

Fat Rotten Rat

taking Rat's life I remembered some Diana, not princess

she's enjoying her poor life and she doesn't even guess

that she has to meet the Princess soon somewhere above

has to greet her in heaven and shake her  hand in glove

Diana used to be  Rat's friend when Rodent was still alive

now when her best friend has gone Diana can't survive

She cuts all her veins with blade just mourning the loss

she just tears her hair for Rat , but who the hell Rat was

the one who used to hurl a taunt at her in public to laugh

who used to scoff at her all the time not satisfied enough

but Diana didn't care at all , 'cause she has a thick skin

she continued to be the best friend of that fat pumpkin

the god can't forgive her for her strange chronic addiction

Diana should expiate own sins and faults by crucifixion

Diana

was crucified, died and buried unfortunately don't know where

she descended into hell and three days stayed over there

and only the third day she just rose again from dead

she ascended into heaven like in bible we have read

ordinary death, not so romantic as the next in my opinion

the next death in my long practice is the one in a million

if you're interested I can tell you that story in a nutshell

the death of a girl who rode her bike to the hell

a brand-new bike and an open highway up to the horizon

so hot, but it was just few hours since the sun had risen

seemed asphalt was evaporating on that hot summer day

hey Death hey, Iron Horse was tearing along the highway

headphones on the ears as usual, rucksack on the back

eager for freedom she thought she was on the right track

sure in her longing desires, ripping the air with all might

the girl of freedom was riding the bike at the speed of light

riding the bike like a maniac of speed not caring a fuck

was too late for her life to notice the approaching truck

thunder boomed, the wheels of bike climbed up the air

the disc of James Blunt just flew out of her CD-player

Goodbye my lover ! it was the last sentence she heard

and her free spirit flew away like the highest soaring bird

Nare

I do like my job, but my service to God is free of charge

there's also a business with Devil but the profit ain't large

but what a damn job is it, if there ain't a cash in hand 

from now on I make deaths to order for three grands

accident or infarction, just fill an order and pay in cash

don't forget to describe the last torments of the flesh

you can also write out an order of own death actually

but people don't do that usually

however, a stingy patriot with beard came to me today

he filled an order of own death and refused to pay

I said, listen up Aghas!

if you really wanna die for the sake of your native country

you better pay my three grands and don't make me angry

(he said)

my Death, I economize on razor and don't have a shave

and you tell me now , I should pay for my own grave ?

(I shouted)

you stingy bushy beard ! your  life is in my "safe" hands

go and borrow my three grands from your patriot friends

(he stuttered)

I really can't my Death, 'cause I'm already heavily in debt

i've borrowed a large sum and haven't discharged it yet

and then i  became angry and tore him limb from limb

just like a one hundred per cent discount to him

stingy patriot Aghas

this business sucks !

this business will never bring you three thousand bucks

you should go out of business if you can't make a profit

it was not a bright idea as I couldn't make money of it

money is shit, I had better think how to take phd degree

there's a little problem as some Karapet doesn't agree

to give place to me neither for some money, nor for free

tee-hee :) I'm gonna send his corpse straight to Gyumri

some Karapet

No, I won't join the army because of that gifted opponent

let's ponder on that controversial point just for a moment

It even sounds odd "the Death is in our national army"

Armenia is dear to me, I had better serve our enemy

Azerbaijan, Turkey I'm on your side to lead your troops

Oops ! I'm the death of your goddamn savage groups !

Do you remember nineteen fifteen, genocide has been

so it's gonna be another genocide you've never seen

I want your scalps and I'm just gonna pare off your skins

gonna fuck you by all means to wash your bloody sins

(I guess it was rude, excuses me for policy-induced mood)

Prepare to die, take your spades and dig your graves deeper

I want you  became acquainted with THE GRIM REAPER

Upside-down huge scythe with a curved sharpened blade

The black ghost with a hood coming out from the shade

Ugh ! disgusting mucus spills out through his toothed jaws

Who knows why it glitters somehow and sluggishly flows

He has thorny stubble on his face although he has no skin

No doubt it's the most horrible image you have ever seen

Sharp vampire teeth, monster of cruelty dressed in black

He has toothed jaws of piranha just ready for the attack

White scary skull ! with bloodshot eyes like the fires of hell

Scared Heart ! filled with the fear of death gives off a smell

Amazing long black sleeves ending with long sharp claws

The sharp claw of his right hand index finger rapidly grows

He points it at you, then turns it over and calls with finger

Move your startled ass, Moron! what the hell you linger ?

Your time is up and so the funeral march begins to play

The unwelcome guest has come to take your life away

THE END !