The Curse Of Decadence And Blood Tears Of Earth5

     Стихотворение написано по мотивам предыдущего (07.01.06.) Но если в "Bequest..." предполагалось противопоставить одной форме нечисти другую, то здесь главная мысль в том, что уж лучше полное опустошение, чем тотальное царство зла.

    ...We suffer for nothing in this world
            And for nothing we fall
   Pain begets us and pain takes us away
    Sorrow to sorrow. Dark to dark.

Time covers the fields with the blankets of woe
At such dreary hideous hours I feel low
I'm losing my strength; it is killing my brain
But soon I'll be gone and no trace will remain

I'm tired of this immanent grief, really tired
My daydreams are black and my hope's mortified
What have I created? For what love I cried?
My past is the island erased by the tide...

My only excuse was the verse-making craft
Its truthfulness seemed like the light from the shaft*
Today all I have is the lifeless expanse,
The pain and the spalls of a broken romance

The curse of the decadence pierces my breast
And its deep despair is my final bequest
No man in the universe can realize
How looks the lethiferous star's freezing rise

The wind of the humankind's history veers
Upon the dark paths stream the earth's bloody tears
Now let someone mourn and let someone be glad
But I barely wish to descry this world dead

It has too much evil I cannot endure
Forgotten by God it will not take a cure
The sinless fell first... so, the end is in sight
DOOM's coming enthroning the infinite night


* «Ответим на их оптимизм нашим шахтерским светом»
                Ю.Шевчук