A poem...I guess...
I am fascinated with wordplay. I love all forms of literature and I love the classics. (The Illid, The Republic, Capitalism, Shakespeare, Hawthorne, Wells, Clemens (Mark Twain) )
I'm no scholar in it though. I've read and understood and loved the books, but I can't create anything as epic and well thought out.
I'm not great at it in Russian or English, but I thought I'd give it a try. I've translated it into English from my original one.
Don't expect anything great. In fact I think it's awful...
"Life has been shrouded with the cloak of death.
The grip on purity has been ripped away by vile hands.
Slaughtered by impure deformities of the human soul.
At first...Depression rises, slowly eating away at your psyche.
Then comes the hollowness.
A new being is born from your scorn.
You are there, but not in control.
"It" demands retribution.
"It" seeks to punish any, and all, that stand in the way.
Inhuman.
Believing it seeks justice, "It" does nothing but cause more pain.
Nothing and no one is innocent."
That's just....bad...
I think I'll stick to my love of History and politics (to an extent...)
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