Путешествие Души

The time spins backward, on and on,
Than changes, going forward,
I will not let my spirits fall,
I'll chase the slipping award.

The beauty haunts me day by day,
I try to lift the curtain,
The voice was never miles away,
Its place was long forgotten.

I only serve one king, unliving,
He hides in all creations,
The fire starts its tirade, gleaming,
It tells its imitations.

The Universe reshapes, dark forces
Sweep by, but start to crumble,
The power is in my own choices,
And I will never gamble.

The diamond's facets of the being
Excite me with their clearness,
Precision stalks my mind, I'm feeling,
How present plunges in stillness.

I spend my life in true devotion,
I'm searching for your traces,
In world of ideal proportion
I look for all your faces.

Oh, science, in my heart like music
You sing with my own hearing,
You're part of me, my mind, my basic,
You shape my soul and feeling.

I think and feel you, sense and welcome,
It starts my rebels fighting,
In blood your purity foretaken,
I rise in peace of lightning.

My fate I choose, you I admire,
The Universe's magic,
And I will give my light's desire
To conquer all the tragic.

So, wait for me, I'll touch your soul,
Through battle won't be too fast,
But time will slowly take it's toll,
And I'll feel peace at last…

The Destroyer

Madness. Anger. Pain and slaughter,
Hide yourself again…
A destroyer that you foster
Breaking up to gain.
Misery and sadness taking
Everything from you.
You are strong! Bless your awaking!
Erase what you knew!
Ruin all your deeds and feelings,
This will ease your burden.
Doom and fate kill all the beings,
Haven't you forgotten?
Start the fire, blazing over,
Jump in fiery being.
You must find what grovels lower,
What will die for kneeling.
You are strong, yet you show weakness,
You forgot your true self.
What remains of you is bleakness,
It will mourn for itself.
Burning, burning. Heart is melting.
Ache eats all your insides.
It will surely stop rotating
Only with your last strides.
Hollow poison will conquer you,
Soul has fallen under.
What was left is sullen dark dew,
Now will strike the thunder

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