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Slowly, with measured steps

I walk, I walk and don’t look ahead,

I am forbidden to look around.

Forbidden by my convoy of anger and sadness.

Only they are my silent companions.

They lead me throught the streets of the city

The city, where I will be buried.

How long? How long can the hatred last?

You will ask me.

When it will swallow me - then everything will be over.

There’ll be a bile out of my mouth.

I am used to hate.

I can't do anything better than to hate and despise.

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