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Lying feast

He rose from ash one foggy day,

Then opened eyes in heavy bad

And found no reason there to stay,

'Cause, for surprise, he wasn't dead.


Than came to window, saw the world,

That was so empty and so calm.

If only you can this behold!

And he had gone, cause close was storm.


Alone through winds and flying ice,

Among the danger and disease

Like lost in fields small lonely mice

Was going he in dying leaves.


But did he have some final point?

And why he strongly tried to leave?

'Cause real life more disappoints.

There was no reason to believe.


One day than gone and year left,

But fog was near, storm beside.

He went in cave, in scary depth

Just from disaster there to hide.


There was no light inside of it

And only crying, loud voice

Of something strange and mystique hit

His ears, coming into noise,

That melted was in thousands sounds

And came from hell to shining mounts.


And he began on sounds to go,

'Cause wanted he to find one place.

The place, where tales of darkness flow

And to the world of human chase.


He stepped and stepped by dead ground.

The only sun for him was hope.

The night has gone, and so he found

One crystal lake of mental dope.


He looked in it and saw his past,

In which he was so happy, pleased

And jumped into the water dust,

Believing in the lying feast!


He rose from ash one foggy day,

Then opened eyes in heavy bad.

Replayed that way again, again.

This feast was everything he had.

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