You want to be somebody else.
Something prevents the same again.
Reflecting presence feels like dying,
You think there'll never be the end.
It uses the sacred in your heart to hurt,
It reads your thoughts ,it sees your soul.
It knows you deep inside completely.
Knows the perfect way for you to fall.
Hell follows you.
An old man died and woke up in the morning
In vast of steppe alone but without fear.
The old house stood and nothing more
beside it.
Where he came in so courageous to see.
The young man died and woke up in the morning
In barren steppe where only old house stood.
He came in hungry,set down with an old man
Right to the table with the wine and food.
After the meal he went out for a searching
And spent the night outside with no result.
Then in the morning he ha come back hungry.
And had again the wine, the bread,the salt.
Several days it lingered but one morning
The table was of dust and dired out crumbs,
The rats in famine were seeking running
And young man asked:"What happened with the house?"
An old man said:"While they were keeping clearly
The memory of us our table's full of viands.
Then they forgot and we remained with nothing,
As well as we have quickly left the ground."
An old man died and woke up in the morning
Amid the crowd that silent stood at him,
And disappearing side by side so slowly,
So when he's left alone he saw the brightest beam.
No word could heartily discribe its beauty:
The Eden came,the angels flew above.
An old man put his look up full of teardrops
Saying staright into to the face of heaven-love:
"Oh,God,please give me just a mo of lifetime
As children need my bringing up and care."
"So count the years you need,I'll say if I can"
The old man heard strict answer from up there.
"As much as leaves on apple tree beside me."
"It is too much for you, tell me again."
"As many as the apples hanging low there."
"Alas too much for you, tell me again."
The old man looked around,the hope was dying.
"As much as apple trees around me in a look."
"I'll give you as much years as much friends you had down there."
The old man cried:"I'd no one",and God took...
Diav,
You did take me
Into the dark river.
I'm in pain.
Where will you be?
Will you be there?
{ With your fucking destruction }
God is grieving.
He sees me days and nights.
The angel draws
The words in the sand.
I need nothing
More than to see the waves
Of cleanest ocean
That wash away.
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