Cradle - poems by Slip.

Cradle.

 What can I tell you, gentlemen! Please accept my poems for your consideration. I
composed them when I lost forever a friend whom I
loved.  I loved you more than a friend, and I’m not ashamed of it. Then I
I committed suicide, but I don’t know why I stayed alive. The poison didn't kill
me, but provided two days of real, physical pain. Then
depression, these lines, the creation of the Empire and pain. Then, then,
then... she appeared, and I believe that in nature everything is cyclical. Mine
Damn you are following me on my heels. Answer my heart, -
how much time do I have left to reveal the drama, in
which I fell into as a trap.  Silence is my problem. You can't
be silent - if you love someone, say so. But the silence is mine
trouble.


                            Angel.

Fly my angel, all the symbols are with you,
I tear off my wings, I scream
Through tears that won't stop
Only my heart will stop, and I will freeze in place, I will disappear...

My dear angel, you managed to be better than you are.
Becoming sun-winged, becoming free
I tear off my wings so that I can fall harder and never get up again.
I'm losing you, I'm losing myself...


                           Satanism.

Satanism is admiration for eternal fire
Leading, from the darkness of the age-old man
The name we...
All this gives us another chance
Reproduce from the chrysalis of humanity
God, who is engulfed in eternal, creative fire
To create a new worldWhere there is pain, it will lose all strength...
Where God will lose himself...
Where every creator is Satan
He is the pain that is the main feature
Drawing us along wondrous steps
What Darwin called the evolution of species
He is the pain that gives birth to disease
To which we will give birth to immunity
He is the question, you are the answer...
What is God?
He is our ideal, he is a blind child
What is afraid of the night is afraid of fire
He beckons me into a life beyond
Where there is no pain, no hell, no us...
It is empty, silent, eternal, pure...


                        Dead Angel.

I'll be as dead as a dead angel
That time wears away with a dead look,
I'll be dead, I'll be pathetic
With a languid breath one prophesies death.



                            Creator.

What do you see, you are in the eyes of the creator
Game, madness, love
What do you see in his soul?
All the same, reflection of blue eyes
Longing, or maybe pain?
Created from pain, goes into pain,
He weaves a single and unique pattern
He argues with God, or maybe he is one with God
So what do you see in his eyes?
I know, if you want, I'll tell you
There was a question in his eyes
Eternal, why and why!
His eyes attract head-scratchers,
His soul shows a different path.

                             Chaos.

Oh strange oblivion, I'm burning with longing for you,
Looking for a beautiful moment in your annoying game,
In your silent emptiness
I see black-winged creatures,
Alive, trembling from outside
Like strange birds from my long-forgotten dreams,
Oh gods, for what need?You woke me up from sleep,
After all, I am a creature of the earth,
I am chaos, beloved child,
I am anti-god, I am anti-light
Creating anti-world, in the arms of his own sadness
Oh chaos, my dear, faithful friend
Give me back the dream where the journey with you began...
Give it back...


                        Old memory.

I saw something, but I don't know what
It's like the world is empty, soulless
Suddenly it began to fill with light
Oh life, oh what is this, my breath has awakened to life
I see again, I don't understand
Oh, your future is predetermined...


                        Your love...

So you found out what pain is
Child, baby without sin
And even you are my dear friend
I drank the suffering into myself
Drank, poured out and dissolved
Like a demon screaming
I said goodbye to my sinlessness!

                             Til.

I'm not afraid to be myself
But I'm afraid to be different
Frighteningly superfluous, empty
I'm not afraid to be with you
But I'm afraid to be different
Forgiving, childish, holy
I'm not afraid to dream about you
But I'm afraid not to be afraid of you,
I'm not afraid, loving the wait
But I'm scared
For your fear that, sometimes,
It pulls me from the depths after you,
I'm not afraid to be different
But someone else is not afraid to be me
Til, I want to be with you.

                           Chernobog.

Two forces, God and Chernobog gave birth,
The universe that we are destined to know
If you are looking for light, let it into your soul
Lord God, and hide from eternal thirst
Knowledge, he will put out the fire,
But your pain will die, along with the hot flame
And you will dissolve in its emptiness
In higherthe happiness of this most cruel love
If you're looking for darkness, you've chosen worthy pain
If you want to know Chernobog
If there is little fruit, from the garden of Eden
Take it, trample it and sow it again
But just the way you need it.
The world in which you exist
so different from the world that you dream
and by creating it, you will commit a terrible sin
against God, you destroy him.
O man, your name is humanity,
You are so tragic and so hopeless...


                      Promised Land.

Colored suns gathered together
They are pieces of a broken soul
They are a split and split mind
Consciousness of the body in which I am confined
I flap the stumps of my wings
I'm looking for the eternal breath
Have a bright day that contains you
And blinded by the light of hope
I'm looking for the promised land