-Глава 16 - Бездны----- Воистину придет ко мне спасенье. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Moments come when, first, bumps and potholes appear in the heart, and then these are craters, and after some time it is completely abyss. Black, large and quiet abysses at the bottom of which, loneliness is born. Odino is not a reflection of the real events of existence, this is a state that is akin to formidable clouds, ready to spit out the rage of accumulated feelings. Understanding all in their path, leave only devastation where there is no Hopes, but there is only despondency. Hunus is one of the most terrible sins, which overtakes small, sparkling, similar to the diamonds of the soul who searches for themselves in reflection of the cold void of black agate. They are chained, frozen and punished for false passages begin to fight in agony. A greedy flame continues to devour everything in its path and cold steel, which seemed to be a powerful protection begins to melt, pouring the combustible streams of blood on delicate silk hearts. Dreams driven to prisons begin to mature in search of light and the only thing they find is the stones of the memories of the past. And when you have nothing left but the past, you begin to appreciate freedom and those moments that you were experiencing, because they do not seem like that in prison Not joyful when you had a sense of free flight. And then you start praying, for you have no other way out, because there is a hope that you will be heard by someone and send you the long -awaited salvation. But in the abyss there is no echo! And the phrases that are fragmented to the parts remain with you and become your neighbors who look at you from the blind haze and feel your fear of suffering and pain. Standing with yourself, the first bouts of schizophrenia begin and only then will start to bother you Paranoid psychosis with your sartnika is a reiliucination. You feel like in your veins, striking a cage behind a cage, relates hungry imagination. Only goosebumps in this chaos remind you that you are alive. You just can’t imagine how many souls are buried in this lullaby, which so desperately needed your hand, which, like soap, escaped from the needy. The cyclicalism of these mistakes is insulting. Release and does not justify the reasons for these actions. Love, accustomed to walking on even paths, although overgrown with spitting events will never get there, because it is selflessly used to flying into blue, azure clouds filled with radiant light, and not to fall into cold abysses, afraid not to find the addressee. To stay with the rest of the prisoners. Lubvi needs growth, you need to take its roots, but here she will not find anything except a cancerous tumor that will slowly devour it, decomposing into pieces that drive away crazy, madness. An all -beer overwhelmed by an abundance of bright stars is waiting for our Ascension, and instead we prick in silent silence. Instead of complementing the tapestry of the world, we lose our threads of fate. But I believe, I believe that salvation will come to us.