Secondary - Grace Disgraced

Space to breathe the fresh air — no more human beings

Territory means power — take it.

Struggle begins when there are more than one —

The world is too small,

While we are fighting for better somehow-

Times come and go, lives come and go, stories forlorn

Philosophy of destruction — succession at the same time

Derivative of tens order — fanciful reflection.

Nobody dares…

Under the influence.

Nobody cares…

While opposition inspires — Decomposition prevails

It’s easy for me to imagine the realm of the dead around,

Decaying zombies with passion in eyes to chew what they’ve found

So dumb in their crazy undying ambitions they hesitate —

When they are given a chance not to ruin, but to create.

Power of the convictions read again and torn

Don’t consume my brains now — Get thee gone!

Thought, born in the subconsciousness depths

Is secondary — just like polyethylene body bags.

It doesn’t cost my blood drop — as long as I’m there,

— hiding in the shell

If you don’t want to get wet —

Don’t walk when it rains

But a prompt drop will trickle and get

Right to your neck, right to your brain, causing no pain

Lie is not more a lie

When spoken hundred times.

A game without players and players without a game

A height without the heaven and puddles without a rain

Every hour of the eternity — all the same

Images alternating — mirages to gain.

I want my voice to be heard — No matter what I speak

Efforts to kill the emptiness inside.

As far as I believe I am not blind.

Afraid to recognize the greatest fear.

If it is not here — it is near.