To die for

— Say martyr? Or among?
— You can. Can do it faster!
— I want to stay just young
to die for Puppet master!

— Forget. Now come along.
— I was — was born from ashes
and want to be a stone.
— You must accept the clashes;

no more illusions. Die.
— Oblivion is boring,
an abyss dripping eye,
an eye is fateless warring.

— Let the... deaf lead the blind.
— Say, hopeless is my future!
My f*ckin' pride. Behind
the glass. God is a butcher.

— I wanna live no more.
Please, be… my god and pastor!
— So, ready to die for —
to die for Puppet master!

Гончаров А.С.
2020

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