Road of destiny

Олег Дерзси
Road of destiny, ironing chains,
ring shackles jam firmly into the rocks,
wave noise slowly coming out of veins
and mist of the future...is rotten in jokes.

One step to the heaven, another to hell,
both lie underneath. You know the story
that not has foreseen, you could only smell
abyss to the end...is inches from glory.


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