""Н" значит : Надежда [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

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Listen now, oh Never One, Hear me, your worthless son, Burn my soul, tie my eyes, Oh ... revenge my useless cries ! You are but excuse of God, Nothing good I've ever got, Nothing fair, nothing right, Pity "faith" won't cloud the mind. Pity faith will never help Cruel, foul, evil whelp ! Useless faith does not exist, And no more my sight will twist. I do see you very clear … Never-ever were you near, Far beyond the line of sight, Full of divine, useless might, Full of hatred, full of greed, On the suffering you've feed Like a monstrous, hellish beast ... No, no more my sight will twist ! The pleads, the begging, the despair... Were these calls not fully fair? What is else do you need To reply us, humans breed?! Why, why, why, for heaven's sake Have you brought us in your wake, Have abandoned long ago?! Leave me be, extinguish, go ! Disappear from my life, You are like a skinning knife Making wounds only deeper... You won't have me, butcher-reaper ! So be cursed, useless one, Die in mind of every son And be healed, like a fever, We don't need you, never-ever... But when my time for you will come I'll face you straight - and I won't run... For I am too a heaven's son, The one, who's free - the Faithless One.