I am dead inside, but alive outside,
I am struck by curse of darkness.
My look invade`s into people mind,
My gaze directed into their senses.
Through the abyss of flaming greetings,
Through myriad glorious some days,
Is sharpened the sword of contradictions,
I'm waiting victim among people-prey`s.
Manipulating their consciousness,
The victims' lives belong to me,
And subsist under my influence,
Get a free lunch before last sleep.
I am convinced once some again,
My friend is just a hot resource.
I will repent in only that sinse,
But i will laid that the new course.
Who has once ever been a wolf,
He never will become a sheep.
Life is a race of evolution,
All sly survivors on the ship.
Поэтический перевод моего собственного старого стихотворения:
"Психопат. 08. 05. 18".
Psychopath. 26. 11. 23
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