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You pay the look to him

The end of flours will be put with a pray.

The hope fed by the suffering, by the blood and by the tears

Should not turn to ashes.

The exhausted body waits for the rest.

The inflamed eyes are about to close forever.

But all over again ask for mercy, ask for quick death.

Requests burn down in the fire of stillness,

Prays shatter about the rock of indifference.

The pain continues to run into the inflamed consciousness.

Pending the answer, pending the understanding,

Pending the sympathy.

All this convinces to pull up the breath.

To listen to the emptiness.

You lose your patience repeating the pray

Words go nowhere,

The scars of uncertainty start to bleed,

The wounds of uncertainty become inflamed,

Release the pus.

Full of wrath

Again and again.

Where is the one you are calling for?

Why does he make you to suffer?

Turning himself into an experimental creature.

You expected to find a rescue

Having transformed life in real hell

You expected the beyond the grave compensation

Obeying mad ideas, the self-sacrifice has

Mutilated your body

The will to grasp the throne and to dominate

Lead to the public execution.