I was fighing on arena , blood up to my knees.
I was furious then , cruel brut.
Did not have pity to any soul
Loved only myself , enjoyed dark deeds.
I was praying gods , numerous of them.
I worshiped sun , I worshiped moon.
They did help me to survive on this planet - Earth.
and I presented them with my violent gift.
Is there a way to a white handketchief?
Is there a way to be ladelike.
It's not possible to be newly born.
may be there is a chance for some light?
I was fighing on arena, blood up to my knees
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