The hungry lions
In my lines
Were set to burn
Through endless lies
I fly again
I'm on my way
To make their anger rise.
A drop of faith
has never touched
Those withered seas
I needed much
Hell no more tears.
Guess they been right:
"Love's not a victory march".
Another time
A different place
You'll throw your prayers
into his face
So lord will look at you
the way I used to –
With all the love.
He'll let you in
to stay,
If you could leave your shiny sword away
just for one day
or night...
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The rage of rolling dice
Defines my words
And rhymes keep falling
like the hailstones
Annihilating every brush stroke of your face
So I can grace my dying skies
with brighter tones.
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мой внезапный мастерпис.
*картина - Дж. Стаббс, 1762 г., дратути