Припомнив дела былинные, откопал ещё одно сочинение тех же времён. Про него мне, помнится, сказали: “ты пошел на поводу у рифмы” и “are you sure that you were in a good mood when you write this poem”…
Void (старое название: Dark Poem)
Black way is leading us ahead
We dreamt of gardens of Eden
But fate for each of us was read
And no happiness was then
We wanted peace for everyone
But all the efforts brought the grief
We meant no pain but it was done
And only dead recieved relief
We have no time to sit and think
About other ways to choose
I know one thing – we will sink
No one has doubts – we will lose
