The society of royalty, which has spoiled me cruelly,
tried to ruin me, saw my injury, wanted finish me.
I would leave them no mercy!
I'm a woe, bringing revenge, through the siege,
never mind my age. I'm rage, running out
the cage. I'm disease for the rich bastards,
which hold this world, my stronghold and it's
nobody's fault if they fall, I would kill them all!
Blood on fists, take this beasts, listen priests,
I remained unbroken, past the dead bodies broken,
things untalken, me provoking, loosing my faith,
with an anger on face.
Thoughts which mazed me, drоve unswaysy,
troubles chased me, made exhausted,
bloody thirsting.
(There are some mistakes)
Very old poem recovered from the draft
© Copyright: Иван Ростов, 2012
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