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Тимонг Лайтбрингер
Разница
I see myself between the two -But one is false, and one is true,For one is night and one is dayNo matter what the others say.The first is silent, first is cold,One needs to be both hot and boldTo dare melt that icy heart.Will you succeed? Go try it, but...The second is both warm and kind,It may be not so sharp in mind,It may be not so swift in tongue -But it had never-ever stung.The first is like secular lioness -It is the grace, it is the finesse,It is the beautiful snowflake …But what one's hands with it will make ?The second's like domestic cat -To see you home she's always glad,And she will rub about kneesTo make you happy and to please.The first is the unwilling oneTo share moon, to share sun,To share failure and success -It's not accustomed to stress.The second will go hand-in-handBy any road, through any land,In any way you just have sighted -And in that way you'll be united.The first will look but with contemptIf you have riches that not tempt,If you first offer own love -Like useful slave you'll always bow.The second will ask for but loveThat's warm as sun, and fly as dove,Will look at you with gleaming glance -And that's the main dif-fe-rence.
Неверующий
Listen now, oh Never One,Hear me, your worthless son,Burn my soul, tie my eyes,Oh ... revenge my useless cries !You are but excuse of God,Nothing good I've ever got,Nothing fair, nothing right,Pity "faith" won't cloud the mind.Pity faith will never helpCruel, foul, evil whelp !Useless faith does not exist,And no more my sight will twist.I do see you very clear …Never-ever were you near,Far beyond the line of sight,Full of divine, useless might,Full of hatred, full of greed,On the suffering you've feedLike a monstrous, hellish beast ...No, no more my sight will twist !The pleads, the begging, the despair...Were these calls not fully fair?What is else do you needTo reply us, humans breed?!Why, why, why, for heaven's sakeHave you brought us in your wake,Have abandoned long ago?!Leave me be, extinguish, go !Disappear from my life,You are like a skinning knifeMaking wounds only deeper...You won't have me, butcher-reaper !So be cursed, useless one,Die in mind of every sonAnd be healed, like a fever,We don't need you, never-ever...But when my time for you will comeI'll face you straight - and I won't run...For I am too a heaven's son,The one, who's free - the Faithless One.