The birth is agony of soul
And child who prays for crucifixion.
The wheels of Destiny will roll
Without someone’s else prediction.
A nightmares that will never ends
For those who finds a broken pieces
For those who finds a losted friends
And tries to take away diseases.
The price of mistery in art
Is falling through the endless sky
Is one-way-ticket for a heart
That’s looking for someplace to die.
Broken Soul
© Copyright: Исаков Александр, 2017
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