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Открытые сердца всегда страдают,
Утопая в боли, они все еще бьются.
Истощенные сердца закрываются,
Закрытые сердца погибают.

Безнадежное поколение пытается сохранить тепло. Жестокость и холод манят слабых и страждущих.

Людская черствость погубила их сердца.

Everybody is talking about the girl
Who went and killed the delivery man,
But she looks so kind and gentle
It just doesn't stand to reason.
I saw her right there just the other night
As stately as a slot machine,
But when she looked my way something mad
As hell came over me.

Lies of self-indulgent pride
A sense of justice misdirected for the sake of the lost
A claim to inflict punishment for those who have been unjust
And there's a line that can't be crossed between belief and obsession
Nonexistent caring based on situation ethics.
No benefit can come from the line being drawn.
To be guided by faith, is to be.
Is to be mislead.

No, we do not welcome the day,
Though we quietly pled for the end inside.
Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare.
This we take to our graves.

True living and breathing death.
Every breath is surely the last.

Our outlook is bleak but the moment is grand
To be told we're independent is not enough.
We should strive for autonomous thoughts
And your pride in you conformity is sickening
This useless praise
But this desire for focus triggers abuse
Of an endless sense of insecurity.

Poured myself out:
I am the empty cup
My hope has died away
And my tolerance faded.

How can I keep Stability
On such shaky ground?
Prayers that a smile will flag me down.

I am a memory,
I never existed
And now I am nothing.
Her name, a single word
Melts me, takes me to the ground.
Only alive, can't she see
I'm destroyed by yesterdays.
And do I gain?

Weighted down by earth and man,
A dispirited husk mired in blood imbued in soil dispares
The minds of my brothers are unsound, their hearts flow desolation.
Is ours, indeed.
A sunless path to waiting graves we prepared for ourselves?

Dear God,
Raise not my eyes, misery has blackened the sun.

This world is a burden, and it disgusts me. I want to deny it, its inhabitants, and their possessions. I'm embarrassed to know this soil produced me. I'm dying to be elsewhere, trying not to belong to a nature of impulse and self-indulgence. A brother to none, my kinship lies elsewhere. I am separate and loyal to no one if born from this soil. I'm embarrassed to know you. You do not represent me. A likeness only in structure, not in mind. I vow to never belong to anyone born from this soil. A people that follows blindly will not reprimand me.

Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what, so what, so what?
I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me

I stand on the edge of destruction, emotionally ruined by the warmth I most desire. I will not fall prey to love of a human kind. For love is weakness. Love is the fall of every man. Take this heart you've claimed, and as it numbs your hands know the flame is dead and will no longer burn. This body will never pain again. This mind knows no wound. Though I am of flesh this flesh will not consume me as it has destroyed so many before. This body will never pain again. This mind knows no wound. The flame is dead, left only with ashes of memories that renew my faith in hate, and my faith in myself. Nothing can break me. This heart remains free from the burden of love yet this heart will be substained. No hope. No compassion. I fill my heart with strength.

Understood,
This will read as a plea to vindicate intolerance as surely as it is written.

Understand,
Contempt born of clear perception is a birthright to those who channel it toward progression.

Preserve life without loathing.
Awaken hope within hatred.

So you say it's all about credentials. What do you know about honor?
Surely you can overlook principle for some momentary incentive.
These are the scales of justice, as long as they tip your way.
But my face could never make the front page.

I can hardly stomach it. I can barely keep it down.
What I'm supposed to fight for. What I should be proud of.
This ethnocentric falsehood. A nation of backseat drivers.

Avoid the mirror lest I break it.
With the stone that serves as my heart.
Accept this pretty package named friend.
Except this it entails love.
Not so attractive anymore.
Accept this pretty package named friend.
Except that it entails love.
It's never as pretty as it seems and now it never was at all.

Come forth from darkness, though I promise you no light.
The sun beats down reflections of the despondence in our eyes.
To lie in malaise is to submit to the grave,
And we will not rest in peace.
The infinite awaits.
Extend, outreach...

Our days are as bleak as we permit.

A discontent for the vile and the wretched.
Will bring forth reparations of the most severe degree.
Things will change.
And I will be the catalyst to.
Weed out the weak and beget strength of character.
Glorifying minds and souls.
Celebrate the spirit while denying breath and life.
To those who would choose to live depraved.

The salt from my eyes burn
As does the acid of my tongue.
Might I unearth the hatchet

And put it to proper use.
Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight.
My hand is poised, and in fury.
Only thunder gives me rest.