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No more Pet, no longer Beast,
The road is clear - doesn't twist,
I'm flying now on Wings of Fate,
I've come in time to pass the Gate.

The world is shifting in Frustration,
But underneath lives New Formation.
It won't be quick, it will take time
As this New Order starts to shine.

You see the roof, I look in depths,
To find Divine I take the steps,
Believe or not, one day you'll see -
It is not I - it's all through me.

For those who find are never Wany ...
I'm not alone - I'm one of Many.

P.S.

There is a power in the name
That may be scorched by the fame,
And that is why the truly wise
Will once destroy those painful ties,

He will become the Nameless One,
For he is child of the sun,
For he has travelled his life's road
In search of universal God,

And he's already seen a lot,
Still being smallest spark of God,
Still feeling crawlings of sensation
That he is one of His creation.

Oh, does it matter who he is ?
He has to pay his own fees
To burn inside this smallest spark
And free the past out of dark.


The name was given once again ...
Is it too old to live on then ?
It has some power of the steep -
And part of it I will then keep.

The second part means nothing now,
For it reminds me of the Row,
And as suggested by the God
This part I'll throw on passed road.

What does it mean - the change of name ?
Inside myself I'm still the same.
And I was free to create name
That may stand up against fame,

It is both real and both not,
For I'm but smallest spark of God,
In second name I'm long too plunged -
It is untouched, first is changed.


When time will come to pay my fee,
Those blessed with Word will join me.
This word will grow like eucaliptus -
And in your lifes it'll be Post Scriptus.

Феникс

It is the dream of my origin,
For in the dreams I am still virgin,
And still I'm fighting with my sleep,
But hesitate - that's why I weep.

My worthless dreams I must deny,
But still afraid to make the try,
For who am I now to decide
What dream is wrong, what dream is right ?


My purest dream is that of bird -
It is the symbol of the world
Which always change and born anew,
This bird I am, like it I flew.

For like a phoenix I reborn ...