Death always comes from beyond of time
And takes from me what is not mine.
It kills all good and hopes in me
And in the end its eyes will see
Me standing there on front of her
Demanding power, wealth...and curse
That I am laying odwn on her
Won't damage power of the earth
That is controlled by dark and light,
By truth and lies of endless time,
By hopes and screams of those dum souls,
By me and you and one of those
Who tries to live and to survive
And to fullfill his soul and mind,
He tries to find the only answer
To kill his bodys poainfull cancer.
Death...
© Copyright: Дарки, 2005
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