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From the deep of my soul I can hear wild silence.
Look around- and you’ll see dirty face of my world-
Loosing sense of existing here screams lonely violence,
Selling pieces of lie for small pieces of gold.
People smile, people run, trying buy hopeless meaning,
But its middle contains hungry beasts of the night,
Whose aim is in destruction of man’s life and man’s willing…
Who got used to loose battle, than to die during fight.
Passing caves, where walls have a color of pain,
Getting through the sharp air with the pieces of ash,
I’m becoming a witness with no power of brain
And my road has no sand, it is full with damn trash.
Foggy sky and no need to count shinning bright coins.
Once upon, I remember, I have called them a stars.
From the years of past ears listen to voice…
Suddenly it disappears under engines of cars.
My mind wants to bring back minutes of honest smile,
When all feeling around were near my heart…
But I see only picture and they running through miles
And I can’t bring them back to begin from the start.