“Fortune-teller, what you see
In the maze of lines –
Days of anger, nights of sin,
Prophecies of lies?”
“You will face the Evil One
In the mask of Man,
You will curse all what you’ve done
In the hopeless land.
Searching the eternal truth
You will taste deceit.
You will see the aging youth
Dying from conceit.
Asking God the way to go
You’ll receive no answer.
In abyss of Yes and No
You’ll be razor-dancer.
“Gipsy, wait, your divination
Is the days I’ve passed.
This is not a revelation –
It’s a thing of past.
Fortune-teller, what you see...
© Copyright: Владислав Тимошин, 2007
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