"Записки Безымянного [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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It is so difficult to say If one can follow own way, If he can face what lies ahead, If he will live - or live as dead. You've faced choice the thousand times, You've known what is called "the primes", But did you have eternal will To pass trough tortures, living still ? When times are hard for thou to act Thou will submit and will react, When times are difficult to speak That coward silence thou shall seek. When being charged with the guilt There is no choice for thou but wilt, And when betrayed by a friend Thou will be stunned where thou stand. When all the rest will turn away You'll make yourself your own pray, And when the light of hope will fade - The prime of torture is now made. And if there is no place to hide You'll still elude the danger's sight, And when nowhere you can run You will be dead, you shall be done. No one will come to nameless grave - From time we're born we aren't safe, But did thou have thy inborn will To live that live - and pay its bill ? It is thy choice that must be done - Will thou have strength or will thou run, But did thou have thy inner will To pass through it - and live on still ? When thou will stand between the choice Shut up thy mind, hear heart’s voice, For when all dangers make thy stout - At last thou’ve found thy way out...