death is coming...
i hate myself, and all, who can believe
in spring, that early comes into my life,
and there's no reason to live - i will dive.
dive to the deep of humanistic hell,
without wings i can't fly, but the bell
tolls for my soul through never, through the ages,
and i'll return to earth in my steel cage.
my fallen love will show me way outwhere,
and somebody will give me wings of prayer,
and i will fly in skyes, while wings will not destroyed,
and, when it's happend, i'll fall in the Void...
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