Life. New faith

Both flesh and mind are wounded by the thorns of lies,
In a dubious game that leaves the key to one's existence,
Dictating  time, makes you suffer under  fight  ,
Turning  currency  into  circumstances .

Credulity and hunger are two things
That open the entrance to the  scary  high,
Having connected to the mind, they became a tool,
Playing out the last horrify.

The dice game is like the smirk of the century,
Distorting the jamb of ordinary life,
Invading memory cells and destroying faith,
Shards of  shells cut the fate of the try.

Pressure and strength - like the burp of the day ,
A new game was born in the gorged flesh,
And a  greasy   finger pointing at the button,
Destroys the storehouse of lives by praying to the hell ,

In which people are  hanging on the cross .
The agony of a nightmare filling vampire glasses
This is what puts the country on the chopping block,
War  launders money by playing one's  crossword.

The game is based on world resources
That were originally sent to people to live in peace,
And not to gnaw out the will for a penny,
Turning the war into profit, erasing  faith,.

There is a hidden meaning in this play,
It will turn into a boomerang in one day,   
  And the tears of the cradle of life
Will be resurrected by a new arrive...