When I was kid, I lived with
Beliefs in hundred pretty things
Such love, compassion, gentleness
In human beings. My innocence
Was melted soon. In adult life
You can't believe your own wife!
I wasted time with ancient scrolls
Which were unclear and full of holes
To understand, how Lord of Sky
Could be so deaf for pray and cry?
And in result, I understood
That Lord is void or not good.
I'm going through the autumn gloom,
And nothing nice I can presume.
In dark of life I must admit:
I don't believe in any shit.
Disillusion
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