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Colors Rejection

Stereotypes and preconсeptions
As the skeleton on which
Muscules of your life are built
How pathetic is this

Words of the wise of this world you're invoking
You fit under your
View of the world
Wretched and monotonous

Why don't you just stop your irresponsible actions
And take at least one second to think
Your shameless hate is based on disinformation
But it doesn't justify your hypocrisy

Who embrased hatred as the guided light will never get out of the mist
Who embrased hatred as purpose of life will never rest in peace

Why don't you just stop your irresponsible actions
And take at least one second to think
Your shameless hate is based on disinformation
But it doesn't justify your hypocrisy

Painted Doors

I am the rowboat
I am the sea float
My brain is scattered by the tides

And I feel seasick
But I can't quit it
I have to overrun my tribe

And I'm the earthquake
No one's left to shake
Tectonic plates, they no-no are my cause

No, I'm the wicked man
More like the trash can
And all my life I'm bashing into the painted doors

With all my eyes
I couldn't see
With nothing of my past
I cannot dream

Two suns have spread their shoulders
Lighting the wasteland of the chosen

Deaf || Tied

Dear King,
Your play is overlong
The plot is getting predictable
Actors are tired and don't cope with their roles
The hall is slowly getting empty

Dear King,
You're deaf and there's no reason for your
Ears to hear - our hands are tied
And we're standing on the other side of the wall
But one day you will realize
That you're
Standing on the shaking ground

We're tired of what you call a freedom
We're sick of what you call a choice
Sure the Rome was not built in one day
It doesn't mean we shouldn't prepare a soil

Dear King,
Your play is overlong
The plot is getting predictable
Actors are tired and don't cope with their roles
The hall is slowly getting empty

Dear King,
As you can probably admit
Some people do have eyes
Someday, i'm sure, none of your wolves
Will save you from deserved demise

The Friendliest Wall I've Ever Talked To

Here I am
Inside
My own head
Watching
The world
From the windows
Of my eyes

Here I stand
Trying not
To forget
All these
Images
Have something
But surfaces

Abstracted
I split my body and mind apart
Between me
And them there's the wall made of glass

So unclear
Closed doors of perception
Other side
Burning bridges of connection

And I see
No cracks

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