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  Dec 2016 Dmytro from Trotskiev
Torin
How deep is your world?
Mazes etched into hopeless surface
When we can never get up
Lakes of fire
Souls ensnared still screaming
We can never give up
The sound of the end is beautiful
But its only the end
Its only a sound

I do have hope
I just don't know for what

Only the end
Makes us look at the beginning
As the subtle yellow light
That kills the shadow
When we never could believe
The way the promises were broken
Because everything will grow
And nothing really dies

The sound of the end is music
The most glorious symphony
The most heartbreaking tones
Tragic and beautiful
And when the song ends
Its only the end

I do have hope
I'll never know why
From the moment I've become independent,
Started to see, ask questions and  think.
I only grown thirsty and wishing for
One and only, just one single thing.

The bless of Prometheus and
Legacy of  mankind. Liberty.
I seek for it everywhere in this
Life, as she knows the way to infinity.

At first they tried to take our
Minds, prevent us from being unique.
That time they hardly won,
Some of us have reacted to quick.

And they attack us through technology,
Crashing down all we've built on the web.
Now it's all gone, only the memories left.
"What on Earth" I cry out driven mad.
              And I fell deathlike sad.

They corrupted the law, guided by fools.
Oh, what a mindless, awful crowd.
They've taken away it all for good.
His story, my voice, our pulse, her sound.
                      Now it's nowhere to be found.

Now we are quiet,  locked up or broken.
But, we will rise up and fight back one day.
We will come like a tsunami, sudden and strong
We shall crush their terror, no more shall we obey.
                            You hear me, we'll fail no way.
We are not an error.
Not any more.
It is so useless, so stupid to dream
When being just hollow within.
Here I am crossing the bridge
Of my native city of lie.
I am going to get on the train
No way back.And you know why.

My city is covered in snow and ice
It's only pretty in cold winter.
And I'm leaving today most likely
For good. No thought could be sweeter.

I am leaving for the city of storm
A state of a thousand colors.
And what do we have in here?
A million broken mirrors.

And now I'm in the train
Which is about to get moving
I'm so happy to leave this place
Nothing brings me down this morning.

It's moving, it's taking me away
Now I'm past the point of no return.
And I arrive next day to the city of storm.
Time to live as I want. That's my turn...
Worthless, hopeless. All alone.
A rogue wished to get gone.
He made it out of house at night.
Then one saw a raven in moonlight.

It spoke "One should come with me.
I know the place you'll call home, you see.
There is a village hidden in the northern ice.
Rogue live there in secret, and the place is nice."

So rogue followed the raven through the city.
And a forest they reached, covered in winter's beauty.
A woman waited for them out there in the snow.
And seven more teens came here. Also rogues, you know.

The woman began to dance. Wind have taken'em far away.
And they found themselves  on an iceberg."This is Eupho. This way."
And woman guided them to a small house. And inside they found stairs.
Down they came. So they entered the city of Albino, and it's got many layers.

And so, there they live, hidden from world, with people weird just as are.
So many rogues found home here, as it's tunnels are big, ending to far.
And every single one of the rogues artist in this or another way.
And they live in balance, having their fun and sharing their art each day.
Sitting bored at home and stuck on the ground
I'm sick of everything that is around.
Of that city echoing with pain,
Stupid weather with no snow or rain.
People being  blank and grey fakes
I would just run  if I had what it takes.

I have no one to love, as I am afraid to.
Weak and young, cursed to do what I'm told to.
In vain I seek for someone alike, for kids free and strange,
I've got no desire to act, I just wait for something else to change.
I am all alone, afraid to find a company, once again there's no place for  me,
But will I'll rise in the future again, take your time and you will see.
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