"Ненависть, Неверие, Надежда. Поэзия" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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My wrath is stronger than the will, The wrath is only what I feel And I will tear those apart Who dare mock my bleeding heart ! Move off my way, you jackal’s sons ! I'll smash your faces, laughing ones And I will teach you how to play With love and heart, with dream and pray ! You'll dare not to say it so Or soon you shall be ones in row, Or soon you'll play your final part And rest in peace in the graveyard ! I will bury those ones in tombs, Who dare be those dumbest lambs And will continue to persist In 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 price With own pain without size ! I am no victim and no serf And 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 !