"Людям Настоящего [поэзия]" - читать интересную книгу автора (Лайтбрингер Тимонг)

Когда мечты разносят в пыль

But dreams are crumbled to the dust And being blown by wind’s gust, And you begin to see yourself alone In wild world, which used to be called "home". No more goodness, help and caretaking, For here starts your new way of life making, Where you will be the only real god, Where every other will be like a toad, Where you will have the right to judge and blame, Where you will never feel the shame, Where you’ll be free of moral bounds, Where you can easily cause wounds, Where you can state what's good and bad And thus decide if one is mad, And help them shake the spirit grounds, And teach them how to inflict wounds, And make them almost just the same So they will never feel the shame. You’ll be set free, you'll be the god And every other is a toad, Just one thing must be done at last... You have to crumble dreams to dust.