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Магия

It is but magic, foulest sort, And for this world I have retort - My run is not like endless sport, In love and peace I want resort ! I've seen them all, I've met a lot, But chosen one I've found not. I've grown strong, earn more money... I'm still alone ... is that but funny ?! I want to love, enough of tortures, Enough of endless, useless searches ! Enough of pain for the heart And throw away that fucked regard ! Enough of quirks, my buggy mind, The one I want I'll never find ! Her image died so long ago... I cannot find her in the Row ! They are all busy, or have man, This but repeats for now and then, They disappeared all in mist And left me with my tears to feast. I've talked them all, I've seen a lot, I've left my hopes for now to rot And only pain I've got, But chosen one I've found not...

Нет справедливости

The logic shatters, mind dissolves, And hope flushes out through the holes, The world you saw, the world you knew... Forget them, you've been born anew. Is that so difficult to feel That you are nothing, but a meal, That you are no one, but a slave ? You will be damned, won't be saved. He'll left those poor ones to die And yet he'll save that richest guy, He'll punish faithful, help the evil... Just who's this one? No, not a devil. He kills the justice, ruins faith, He's one to call "Your Divine Grace" As you do stand in final court, And being judged for being coward, And being mocked for being poor And not to choose the pleasure tour, And to believe in justice - thing, Which even He once tried to fling... He did forget of our world, There is no wisdom to unfold, There is no justice to behold And only death for those too bold.