Ненависть, Неверие, Надежда [поэзия]

But answers you will never find,
And He, who only judged and blamed
Will never make you feel ashamed.

The One, who cares not of us,
But who grabs souls in his pass,
The One who cursed you with a bane
To feel and act like an insane...

Oh, but he listens not to you,
The ones he listened to were few,
Or there were none at all
For they were burned in their fall.
Remember times, when you were young
Respected leader of the gang?
Or maybe earlier than that,
Admiring dead, silenced cat?

Remember death, who looked so true,
When mother died when you were two?
And how you clinged for the life...
All for survive, all to survive !?

Perhaps He cursed your father too
And left his body as a clue?
For just to shatter bonds of fate
He disappeared when you were eight...

In fear for your own life
You started robbing to survive,
And soon you joined with the others -
Your bloody-bounded cursed brothers.

Together you were real power,
Who were soon christened in blood's shower...
And that is how you have been done -
The Cursed One, and a sin's son.



But these days have long since passed...
Your darkest times, as you've guessed,
For nothing is born without reason
Even in murky, darkest prison.

...There were times when you cried
'Why ?! Torture no more - let me die !'
...But no one listens, no one hears,
It's all but roar in your ears...

But nothing is forever here -
Your hate, your curse, your life and gear,
And just to strengthen bonds of thee
For now you'll never be set free.

To see the sun, to look at moon…
And only death will come too soon,
Silencing all that has been done
And stopping runner in his run.


You have your time before it comes
To reconsider earned sums,
To reconsider deeds that done,
To once again look at sun.

And only then the time you die
You will be given wings to fly...

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I see myself between the two -
But one is false, and one is true,
For one is night and one is day
No matter what the others say.

The first is silent, first is cold,
One needs to be both hot and bold
To dare melt that icy heart.
Will you succeed? Go try it, but...

The second is both warm and kind,
It may be not so sharp in mind,
It may be not so swift in tongue -
But it had never-ever stung.

The first is like secular lioness -
It is the grace, it is the finesse,
It is the beautiful snowflake …
But what one's hands with it will make ?

The second's like domestic cat -
To see you home she's always glad,