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There's no point waiting for justice when you're walking the green mile.
There is no point in asking for music from those whose vow is silence.
Everything cools down. And my heart will also cool down for someone one day.
And the calmness of the cat will quietly come for uninvited despair.
And beyond the limits of knowledge, there is probably simplicity and agreement,
The Dark god is already giving himself away to the world unwisely and cheerfully.
Again, Death on the stage-in the role of Themis-is pure in indifference.
Under your bare feet - spring, and flowers, and grass, and a bloody mess...
There is no point in asking for a conscience when under your feet-a green mile.
There is no point in seeking wisdom when the whole world is clearly going crazy.
We are all just grey angels, we have no sun and no sky, and our wings are broken.
And there is no point in looking for warmth when the moon is stuck in the heart like a piece of ice...