And thus villains shall prevail. The time will pass, the world will shift, And virtue will once show a rift, For there is thing that's truly sad ... There are no knights - they all are dead.

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 When time will come for you to die Will you behave like shocked guy? Or will prefer to keep your silence? Or rush and cry with hate in violence? And how you'll rate your used life - Two? Three? Four? Five? And who will be with your that time? And what was your life's biggest crime? And what the question you will ask Before it is your final dusk? And will you face without fear Her silent gaze, which would be near? And what will be your final words, Are they melodious chords? Or will they sound just like this : "Oh death, hold on ! I beg you, please !"? There is much time now to decide Before it is your final night, Until it is your final dusk How will you answer, being asked. For judging way of how you died One understands of how you lived, It may be most important thought … And all the other matters not.

Любовь и ненависть судьбу твою творят

 Love and hate will brew your fate, Open divine, hellish gate, Make or crush your human being, Burn your eyes or give new seeing. You was once a man of pride Who was many times but right,


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