"Н" значит : Надежда [поэзия] - читать онлайн бесплатно полную версию книги . Страница 15

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My wrath is stronger than the will,The wrath is only what I feelAnd I will tear those apartWho dare mock my bleeding heart ! Move off my way, you jackal’s sons !I'll smash your faces, laughing onesAnd I will teach you how to playWith love and heart, with dream and pray ! You'll dare not to say it soOr soon you shall be ones in row,Or soon you'll play your final partAnd rest in peace in the graveyard ! I will bury those ones in tombs,Who dare be those dumbest lambsAnd will continue to persistIn making this all-tortures feast ! My wrath is stronger than you all !I may go down, I may fall,But I shall see you've paid your priceWith own pain without size ! I am no victim and no serfAnd for the kindness I won't starve,I will bury it from you all,You jackals soon will pay your toll ! The wrath, my wrath, it does descend,It is so hot ... like desert sand,And it's the desert in myself …I'm long too thirsty and do starve. But I won't drink my own tears,I'll throw away those fucked fears,I may be mad, I may be ill ...Move off my way - for I will kill !