Lord,
Не asked me to forgive him
And i said "Yes".
What do you think about this?
Maybe It's curse?
We ought not to charge what we can prove.
I think It's my destiny
And i want to glow!
The time goes quickly,
I hope all goes well.
The clouds have gone
Maybe It's death...
We stand to win
It's our chance
And time will show
How much It's pay.
My hands are bound,
I can't breathe freely.
And my black nursery
So cold and sleepy.
The floor was swam in blood and doubt,
The fire spared nothing.
I can not stay with mind and soul.
It's brotherhood of silence.
To tear to parts because of blood,
The shouts tore the silence.
You words amount to threat or not
Your smile died on vacuum.
Сonfession
© Copyright: Аннет Щер, 2015
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