There will be no death
There will be no life
Only name and sins they’ll recall you by
There can be no truth, Only woven lies
Face your shadows, rise! You’re what you despise
You have crafted this, put your flesh on bones
You abducted means and then cursed the soil
you threw back all spears, even yours
that’s all.
Blame or cry for help
Ask or give them more
You abducted means
Means, to start it all
Means to do and don’t
Means to run or hide
Take now good, hard stare at the windless night
No one knows what’s wrong
So you care no more
Only time tells us, what is right
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© Copyright: Мика Фролов, 2018
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