Прохор Николаевич Озорнин (Тимонг Лайтбрингер) - Ненависть, Неверие, Надежда [поэзия]

man, they all but gone,

They disappeared with the wind,

Theirs empathy you shall not find.

You see it now? You’re left alone,

Your so-called 'friends' were quickly gone,

And so-called 'love' abandoned you,

Devoted ones ... they are so few.

Strong-willed men ... do they exist?

There is but one, the very least.

You know this one - this one is you,

You wanted more? No, they are few.

You wanted friend? Accept your rival.

You wanted sun? Yours day is nival.

You wanted help? You'll get no one.

Accept, that, man - you'll find it fun.

You hoped for trust? You'll find suspicion.

Your eyes are clear? They'll dim your vision.

You struggled for freedom? You are bound

And understanding won't be found.

No one cares of the others

No one sees us, men, as brothers,

No one's willing to escape

Bonds of hatred, minds of slave.

You'll find it fun one lonely day

To see those heartless as live's prey,

Theirs shadows dim the light of sun

For their hearts are in the run.

No love - but a despair, you'll learn one day - that's fair,

It must be diamond-rare for no one truly care...

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The thoughts are pooling through the mind,

But answers you will never find,

And He, who only judged and blamed

Will never make you feel ashamed.

The One, who cares not of us,

But who grabs souls in his pass,

The One who cursed you with a bane

To feel and act like an insane...

Oh, but he listens not to you,

The ones he listened to were few,

Or there were none at all

For they were burned in their fall.

Remember times, when you were young

Respected leader of the gang?

Or maybe earlier than that,

Admiring dead, silenced cat?

Remember death, who looked so true,

When mother died when you were two?

And how you clinged for the life...

All for survive, all to survive !?

Perhaps He cursed your father too

And left his body as a clue?

For just to shatter bonds of fate

He disappeared when you were eight...

In fear for your own life

You started robbing to survive,

And soon you joined with the others -

Your bloody-bounded cursed brothers.

Together you were real power,

Who were soon christened in blood's shower...

And that is how you have been done -

The Cursed One, and a sin's son.

But these days have long since passed...

Your darkest times, as you've guessed,

For nothing is born without reason

Even in murky, darkest prison.

...There were times when you cried

"Why ?! Torture no more - let me die !"

...But no one listens, no one hears,

It's all but roar in your ears...

But nothing is forever here -

Your hate, your curse, your life and gear,

And just to strengthen bonds of thee

For now you'll never be set free.

To see the sun, to look at moon…

And only death will come too soon,

Silencing all that has been done

And stopping runner in his run.

You have your time before it comes

To reconsider earned sums,

To reconsider deeds that done,

To once again look at sun.

And only then the time you die

You will be given wings to fly...

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I see myself between the two -

But one is false, and one is true,

For one is night and one is day

No matter what the others say.

The first is silent, first is cold,

One needs to be both hot and bold

To dare melt that icy heart.

Will you succeed? Go try it, but...

The second is both warm and kind,

It may be not so sharp in mind,

It may be not so swift in tongue -

But it had never-ever stung.

The first is like secular lioness -

It is the grace, it is the finesse,

It is the beautiful snowflake …

But what one's hands with it will make ?

The second's like domestic cat -

To see you home she's always glad,

And she will rub about knees

To make you happy and to please.

The first is the unwilling one

To share moon, to share sun,

To share failure and success -

It's not accustomed to stress.

The second will go hand-in-hand

By any road, through any land,

In any way you just have sighted -

And in that way you'll be united.

The first will look but with contempt

If you have riches that not tempt,

If you first offer own love -

Like useful slave you'll always bow.

The second will ask for but love

That's warm as sun, and fly as dove,

Will look at you with gleaming glance -

And that's the main dif-fe-rence.

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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...

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