"Ненависть, Неверие, Надежда [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)
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The thoughts are pooling through the mind,But answers you will never find,And He, who only judged and blamedWill never make you feel ashamed.The One, who cares not of us,But who grabs souls in his pass,The One who cursed you with a baneTo feel and act like an insane...Oh, but he listens not to you,The ones he listened to were few,Or there were none at allFor they were burned in their fall.Remember times, when you were youngRespected leader of the gang?Or maybe earlier than that,Admiring dead, silenced cat?Remember death, who looked so true,When mother died when you were two?And how you clinged for the life...All for survive, all to survive !?Perhaps He cursed your father tooAnd left his body as a clue?For just to shatter bonds of fateHe disappeared when you were eight...In fear for your own lifeYou started robbing to survive,And soon you joined with the others -Your bloody-bounded cursed brothers.Together you were real power,Who were soon christened in blood's shower...And that is how you have been done -The Cursed One, and a sin's son.But these days have long since passed...Your darkest times, as you've guessed,For nothing is born without reasonEven in murky, darkest prison....There were times when you cried"Why ?! Torture no more - let me die !"...But no one listens, no one hears,It's all but roar in your ears...But nothing is forever here -Your hate, your curse, your life and gear,And just to strengthen bonds of theeFor now you'll never be set free.To see the sun, to look at moon…And only death will come too soon,Silencing all that has been doneAnd stopping runner in his run.You have your time before it comesTo reconsider earned sums,To reconsider deeds that done,To once again look at sun.And only then the time you dieYou will be given wings to fly...