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A new morning changes dream

rays of the sun to the lattice

a statement of the world-four walls

Truth that screams by repulsive sorrow

why they had to been,

where you have been

they could survive your lust.

Innocent children don´t know the world

they are ravens sweared into the walls

by mirror that reflects blood

you paid attempts to wake up a regret

your effort tends to in the only

to turn the time.

Pictures noble by flash of knife

above bodie of ripped up corpses

capture your resigned conscience

you ripped them up to pieces, they rape you now

they want a revenge, why should you live?

they maltreat you in front of jury´s sentence

they know, you don´t find quiet.

They are ravens carring a cross of madness

a request about the worst revenge.

Looks of the mourners tear your skin

fists to the blood in spasms

pass sentence, by the mistake of justice.

In their dust

and listen to laments of a night

your promises appeals for life

with which you amuse revengefull ones

flowing from mouth of optimists

breaking stick above possibility

to change you in a human.