The End - Poem by Igor Wolfson
And the veil is closing
Darkest mood and eyes are black
The enter to the soul - a fake
And I am shaking
Its so cold here, I am breaking
For the sake... of life
For all that made you cry
I'm sorry, I shall not be back
The track is much more harder now
And feel the pain... and feel it in your veins...
And death you see! And you are slave! and YOU now in the grave!
...and anger perishes away
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