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Wishing The Renaissance (Oblomov)

I was not born for suffering and hatred, no need to kneel before the cross I shift aside the curtain from human disgust, my voice will reach distant skies I see possibility of magic and grace of colours - before me, fully supernatural I see theater - so ingenious, so wonderful, and a man stands there in the center of it all They turn upside down denominations of healthy ones, lies are for them truth - weakness rules On the false ground - they are born from tears of Christ Noble morality makes them pain in their brains I want to see whole universe - so deep, and shining stars, Walk through nature, feel the life in my veins I would like to explore new spaces, my heart is longing for, Deprive of chains, sit on the throne of Golden Age They created poverty and introduced sins for the weak ones, to enlarge theirselves in their poor faith Cross as a sign for the most vicious conspiracy, I'll make you see all that evil Triumph of beauty, victory of grace Rays of the Sun light up the gallery Pleasure of senses in embrace of flowers Beatrice stands by my side Garden is open, let enter my friend Sail round all knowing - fill the blank You are their enemy, you soil their white dress Antique spirit - honour and pride Roman's bells chime fast, inquisition on the march Broken harmony, unleashed hell, withering blossoms, dying hope Fallen noblesness, in a dark abyss, perversion rules the world I know it, I see, fortune and power, nothing else,nothing more distorted memories, so far to the destination, all is just an evil dream of the god's creation