Nobody wants to see the sun
To watch the hell its blaze reveals
Nobody wants to hear the screams
That tears the bleeding ears
A whispering appeal
For clouds full of rain
To hide the bloody tears
A silent prayer for an eclipse
Whose darkness covers all the things tormented soul fears
Alone at the bar the prophet scorns the pain
He didn’t think the things will be like that again
Through barrel of a gun Polaris reappears
Three gulps of wine from broken glass bring back the fears
Abandoned by his peers messiah weeps but disappears
Nobody wants to see the sun
© Copyright: Мень Илья, 2013
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