Ненависть, Неверие, Надежда [поэзия]

I've left my hopes for now to rot
And only pain I've got,
But chosen one I've found not...

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The logic shatters, mind dissolves,
And hope flushes out through the holes,
The world you saw, the world you knew...
Forget them, you've been born anew.

Is that so difficult to feel
That you are nothing, but a meal,
That you are no one, but a slave ?
You will be damned, won't be saved.

He'll left those poor ones to die
And yet he'll save that richest guy,
He'll punish faithful, help the evil...
Just who's this one? No, not a devil.

He kills the justice, ruins faith,
He's one to call 'Your Divine Grace'
As you do stand in final court,
And being judged for being coward,

And being mocked for being poor
And not to choose the pleasure tour,
And to believe in justice - thing,
Which even He once tried to fling...


He did forget of our world,
There is no wisdom to unfold,
There is no justice to behold
And only death for those too bold.

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Stop crying now, there is no one
To help you, man, they all but gone,
They disappeared with the wind,
Theirs empathy you shall not find.

You see it now? You’re left alone,
Your so-called 'friends' were quickly gone,
And so-called 'love' abandoned you,
Devoted ones ... they are so few.

Strong-willed men ... do they exist?
There is but one, the very least.
You know this one - this one is you,
You wanted more? No, they are few.

You wanted friend? Accept your rival.
You wanted sun? Yours day is nival.
You wanted help? You'll get no one.
Accept, that, man - you'll find it fun.

You hoped for trust? You'll find suspicion.
Your eyes are clear? They'll dim your vision.
You struggled for freedom? You are bound
And understanding won't be found.

No one cares of the others
No one sees us, men, as brothers,
No one's willing to escape
Bonds of hatred, minds of slave.

You'll find it fun one lonely day
To see those heartless as live's prey,
Theirs shadows dim the light of sun
For their hearts are in the run.


No love - but a despair, you'll learn one day - that's fair,
It must be diamond-rare for no one truly care...

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The thoughts are pooling through the mind,