I go upon empty unlighted pavement
My step sluggish and full exhaustion.
Today i more not haste in my home,
I dont want nowhere more motion.
I tired and not see ahead a road,
Future - broken toy in hands fate.
Why we live one life and one ettempt.
May be God feel to own kindes a hate?
I dont know meaning life and being.
Home, work, rest and - die in end.
I want belief in existence heaven or hell...
Dont want transform in ashe and sand.
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