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Know that
We are brothers  and sisters
With no blood involved.
And tonight
We are lovers and dreamers
By no one controlled.
Love is like cancer.
You don't have any cure, you can't do anything
it's just there and it will slowly **** you.

Love is like a lung disease
Slowly, you become breathless and numb
As your body begins to stop

Love is like having rabies
As the lips of the subject closes and bites into you,
You start to lose control, then makes you lose it

Love is indeed a disease
Whether it is communicable or not,
You are surely susceptible to it
And once you are diagnosed with love,
There's nothing you can do about it
This society is takes away all I have from me,
I know I'm a rogue but it's not how it should.

My identity is gone, something where I'm not alone.
Where there was something I meant . Where I even shone.

My rhythm is broken. And I'm not regaining it later or now.
I used to dance with no trouble. Yet today I don't know how.

And my hope is over. I will not again trust or fall in a love.
This is it. Low clouds is my limit. I'm never rising above.

And my breath is stolen. It was my way to go and express myself.
Yet it all has crashen down. I don't need any dreams. Only void is left.

But I live alone. Still alive and still standing so tall.
As I sit by the window to hear the rebellion's call.
**** this world. Take me away from here.
You are a silly boy, a guy  I am glad I know.
You stay in chains, but your head's never on low.
" You are no one, cause you are  strange" the folks say.
Come over here, I wanna teach you live my way.

I wanna tell you how to dream, to reach the edge, to go beyond.
I wanna have a rebel, to never do what the big brother told.
So I reach out for you, get you having fun when it is full moon.
So I try and take your hand, get you listening to wind's tune.

I wanna hear you  talking nonsense again , so I can try and maybe understand.
I wanna get flying in the winter sky, get ourselves off the land.
Just take your time and don't stop being so gracefully  strange.
One day they weirdos hit big. That day all life will change
It's about time I did.
  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.
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