So I am prisoner of cells, they dying every day,
But what's the point of this life? Is there another way?
Why can't we fly in great deep sky? We even can not soar.
The humans hates us and again the crowd starts to roar.
They want to burn us as before, bonfire waits for flesh.
We ask to many questions cause our mind eternal flash.
That's why we always were too strange for humans empty brain.
That's why they want to kill and torture us again.
But bigger problem – DNA, it's programmed to die.
Our bodies – enemies of souls, but we once more shall try.
And after life we'll born as new, forgotten in the past,
New faces may be gonna live in peace with masks at last.
©2014 Lau Goldman. All rights reserved.
So I am prisoner of cells...
© Copyright: Лау Голдман, 2014
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