This one is not a poem but a song...
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"Welcome to your hell!"
You have taken all my dreams,
You have tied me to the rules of your game,
I was always ready to cut these strings
That were holding me within this flame
I was a puppet in your hands,
But still I play the game
Still don't see the way to you
"Don't you want to end the show?" –
I hear these voices but I don't understand,
Feast is going on and we are blind
They don't see the king of this masquerade
They declare the truth lies
"Let's start!
I am the king of this feast!"
They cried of foretold angels,
I heard them suffering,
Behind their masks...
I was a puppet in your hands,
But still I play the game
26, March
2011
Feast of Fading
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2014
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