Thoughts - Poems: Optimism, 9th month.

                                     
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Track: yOu l!Fe?... mmcm@yandex.ru ;)   
By: mmcm sa9e.boom.ru 3105012300 abc    
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 | Optimism |                           
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The world is dying, sinking deeper      
Into the abyss of the absurdity of denial            
                           sinlessness.
Reminds us to tighten it up          
A rope around the neck that does not spoil the appearance.
All! - this is the last thing you say,   
Darkness is the last thing you see      
There's nothing left to do, you don't care      
                             you will lose
And you will forgive, even reluctantly, everyone you     
                             you hate it.
You! Why did you come here?             
If you didn’t do anything and went back,
Ask for help from the one who created you.
Why don't you stand on your own feet?leaned?  
It's too late now to remember everything that happened, 
And stretch out sinful hands to the sky,      
Digging your own grave on the hill              
Under the cross where you never    
                                 I wasn't!
All! - this is the last thing you will see,      
And you won’t hear an echo from your scream.      
But, if you're lucky, even for a moment     
                               you will hear.
The voice of the one who has now accepted you.     
                                        
                                        
                                        
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 | 9th month |                         
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You look forward, you are cheerful,           
Your gaze is bright and your thoughts are careless,      
The ninth month is coming soon            
To those for whom the path is prescribed here.          
And while you don't know him,                
You're already preparing him for torment,               
You see in your dreams how you meet him,      
You stretch out your bloody hands.              
You wrote him a ticket here               
And indicated endless deadlines,             
To then suck every dropPure soul cool juices.            
You prepared this world for him,           
So that I can try it on my own skin          
That's it. As soon as the hour struck,        
You gave him a new feeling.             
He won't be bored here,            
There will be no thinking about life here,          
Here he will taste these torments,        
Looking down at us with an innocent gaze.  
Only here will he feel good,          
And every year the noose will be tighter,      
You will bring and show him this evil,   
So that he knows that things can get worse.   
You did this because you were here too   
 led,
And they didn’t say that there was any other way.   
...                                     
Now do you have a little idea 
                     what does it all mean
And you will do everything so that others   
                            We could too.