The kingdom of Wisdom and Past
In rush and fear they're leavin'
When facing the reflections' rust -
There's only foul breathing.
Behind'em - curiosity of hungry minds,
Before them - only modest sins.
Who knows their thoughts, darker than nights,
Who cares about their conscience swings...
Remember their blushing cheeks.
Remember their honest hearts.
Their dreams are burried in exalted art
Of lies and humiliation of the weak.
The manufactory of blind grave stones,
The genuflection of bleeding souls-
This world's awaiting for people's moans,
And for the heroes here's no place and calls.
8.07.2012
The Life-Orb
© Copyright: Эйрун, 2012
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