Mirthless

[Rikochet]

...Ρίκου και Raistlin Majere. Είμαστε και παραγωγικοί, τρομάρα μας...

 

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[As limits

at edges unite

So, in reverse,

Man's indulgences divide]

 

There never was much space

For mirth, in my smile...

I had to turn from a path

Which I gladly walked in my life.

 

Frivolous pictures of the past

Forever burning from the fire in my heart

The flames, still raging inside my mind

Keeping true to a war I'll never deny

 

Vacant; my words are never enough

Why do the incoherent always laugh,

and why do all ways seem blocked?

Answer me now...

 

And the answer

Always so absurd

Painfully irksome

Always leaves me wondering

This curs-ed world's worth

Being always paid

In souls and in blood.

 

[Witless;

They do not deserve

The praise and the cheers

More than I do….]