| S@1t@R_1337 | Дата: Четверг, 18.06.2015, 10:50 | Сообщение # 1 |
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The World is standing
On the rope over the Abyss.
I don't feel presence of God,
Everything is just tightly entangled.
I'm not a deity,
My flesh will decay,
My guts will feed worms.
Maybe I even will not be the one,
Who will hear the last human song.
Like a blind Jesus
In a deaf world.
You are praying for peace,
But I brought you a sword.
Emergency Mode.
Nothing will stop,
The bullets will flatten.
We all are bad actors
In an old ancient theatre.
The play is not over,
But the theatre is burning.
You will smel the ashes
Of roasting souls.
Shrines desecrated.
There are no prophets.
Time of poets is gone -
We live in time of lawyers.
We can feel not bad,
But violence is rising.
Minds full of the need
In angels with rifles.
The light is not good,
The dark is not evil.
There are few things,
Which are scarier than Devil.
Silence will stomp you
Alone in the crowd.
I understand everything,
But my arms are bound.
I can only pray,
But my faith is melting down.
When my dreams will die,
The corpse will never be found.
Сообщение отредактировал S@1t@R_1337 - Четверг, 18.06.2015, 10:55 |
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