Birth hate worse than the death of a person ...

< Felix Komarov



Birth hate worse than the death of a person,
It remains in the space, the light fading stars,
As the poison that builds on the throne, like a mad, abandoned dog.

Separation, broken souls, in the trenches of the invisible war,
Perish and easier and better than to live in bitterness vmerznuv guilt.

Blinded, deafened, silenced, not see, not hear, not to know,
But if, under the nails needles, can not justify itself.
But like a spear in the upper quadrant, pierce the forgotten days ....
Those who believe will be saved by faith, others only darkness lights.

But believe all turn out the soul to ascend and be removed from the cross,
And it is better not to see, not to listen, to read his conscience with a sheet.

But there will be, a moment before his death, when the sheet slips off the hands,
And demons evil whirl can not read a single line.