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Тимонг Лайтбрингер
Гнев
My wrath is stronger than the will,The wrath is only what I feelAnd I will tear those apartWho dare mock my bleeding heart !Move off my way, you jackal’s sons !I'll smash your faces, laughing onesAnd I will teach you how to playWith love and heart, with dream and pray !You'll dare not to say it soOr soon you shall be ones in row,Or soon you'll play your final partAnd rest in peace in the graveyard !I will bury those ones in tombs,Who dare be those dumbest lambsAnd will continue to persistIn making this all-tortures feast !My wrath is stronger than you all !I may go down, I may fall,But I shall see you've paid your priceWith own pain without size !I am no victim and no serfAnd for the kindness I won't starve,I will bury it from you all,You jackals soon will pay your toll !The wrath, my wrath, it does descend,It is so hot ... like desert sand,And it's the desert in myself …I'm long too thirsty and do starve.But I won't drink my own tears,I'll throw away those fucked fears,I may be mad, I may be ill ...Move off my way - for I will kill !
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There were many, and were few,And each of them was somewhat new,Yet each was but another mew …So soon away I always flew.And I can't help but to forgetHow meeting each I was so glad,And how I then buried my hope...This endless quest will never stop.I was afraid to be alone,But long ago those fears gone.You know the bright sight of the thing?This search for you gave me one wing.Is that enough for endless flyUp to the heaven, up for sky,Or will I have to find that oneThat will be second wing to sun?Another one, another one ...Such cruel joke...that ain't fun !Reborn each time, reborn and mope !Oh god, will this quest ever stop ?!The wing has melted, feathers lost,I am no one, I am but ghost,Who thought of love as of life's motherAnd who for it is yet another.There were many, but so few,To be alone just isn't new,I thought of each as someone other...But each of them is yet another.