Cheerful rage ...

< Felix Komarov



Cheerful rage, cut in the sky,
Scale, reveal, cut, chop!
Attempts on silicon - the fire of Erebus,
Live!

Live! Pain strands pulled together bundles,
And cry broke the charred mouth,
And hatred of God, slanting dreams,
Ordu raises hiking.
To break the world into pieces like the shirt,
Let the Lord be naked!
And bold to put the last point,
Himself as a dream drunk.

But the sky did not take, nor sword, nor flour,
And I fell down like lightning ...
Burned wings, pierced hands,
Life.

I crawl between you, for your dreams,
Viscous drop of anguish,
At heart, I am powerless scrubbed hands,
Dull song River ...

I time that slowly pulls the cart,
Not oiled axis grinding.
I fear that passes like a shadow on the graveyard,
And every death is I!

The sky glows and burns my eye sockets,
Powerless dream itself ...
I drink this pain and unable to get a drink,
I can only be forgotten in the revelry.
I am torn in this drunken, deadly stupor,
I cut myself to pieces ...
I Mara! You are prisoners of Mary,
And the soul like soft clay ...

I fashioned a new staircase to the truth,
See also Father in my eyes!
Tell me, is there any sense of this fatal craving ...
The answer was to me a tear.

And in it I saw myself and the creation,
And the battle that led to the reflection of himself,
And the path that led to a circle of redemption ...
And he died ... love!