You came to this life naked -
Leave your fear in the dust.
Everybody is scared, but fake it
Because there is no trust.
Mirror, mirrors, and faces.
Opinions jump like a ball.
Without memory traces,
There are no feelings at all
Disenchanted people walking,
Sleeping, eating, and cry.
The world continues talking
about separating the truth from a lie.
Impossible, irresistible, irreversible
All attempts, all efforts, and struggles -
The history is only plausible
To the winners of human battles
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Where is my king, my lord?
The life is here, - I was told.
Coming silently, without a word -
My place is on Noah Ark's board
My place is on Noah Ark s board
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2017
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