(Beyond my sorrownsome thing you on...)nnFor millenium of chaosnfor centuries of stormndesolation has come until the end of its wayneven further, there where sorrow stopsnnNow I watch towards beyondnthis new kind of sadnessnthis new kind of sufferingnthis new kind of pleasurennShould we invent a word to qualify nthe actual condition of things? nShould we die to stop crying?nnBeyond my sorrownindescriptibleninexhaustible