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The Modern One, I was a fool, The Heartless One, I was your tool, The Sunless One, I could be light ... I am yet again alone in night. You are the child of this age, I am an ancient, ageless sage, You are the youth in ages gold, I am immortal, very old. Behind my steps - the thousand lives, Behind success - the thousand tries, Behind my wings - the thousand dreams ... I have redeemed own sins. I am a star in darkest night And for myself I'm own guide, You are reflection, shining deep, You have no wings, you like to creep, You like to feed on own lacks - The child, full of epoch's bracks, I would prefer to leave you, rather, There is no fate for us together. You are the victim of your age, But time will break this golden cage, And time will teach you how to play With love of other, who’s your prey. With time you'll die in mind of mine, The time will help me not to pine, The time will be life's own sage, For I was born in the wrong age. So yet again I am behind, I am victim of my own mind, The time will help my heart unfreeze. There is no one. ... Or is there is ?

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As time pass on the body dies, There are no ways to stop its cries, The fate will once stop rolling dice And past will measure pain's size. The past is painful, future's dark, The fate decides well whom to mark, That mark is curse and not a gift, Its pressure one will never lift. May it be called a Divine Hell ! You will not stop my holy gall, I will return you bits of pain And in its waters you I'll sain ! I swear that you shall soon feel That I do have my own will, And I wish stepping own way To all your plans I could say "nay" ! …But since the god is long no more, There is no one to blame for gore, There is no one to judge for pain And all the pleads will be in vain. It matters not if I survive - Myself of curse I will deprive, To find the painless way to sky ... The price for wings is truly high. As time pass on the body dies To free the spirit way to rise, It is the nature of that tolling That makes the dice of fate keep rolling.