Chapter 1
June 9, 2024 at 4:20 PM
And my work begins with a terrible noise
That drownes a whisper of pray.
But Nevertheless, I know that my voice
Will bring to you all that I say.
I've opened my soul, I'm calling to you,
You're still in the virginous dreaming.
You can hear me, and I know - yes, you do,
And then my beliefs have a meaning.
'Cause You are the deity who can set me free,
Who can give me love that's required.
And all of the poems don't matter for me
Because you fill my whole mind.
I find your love in the testaments you gave.
Your beauty is silver-like blood.
I swear, MEKHANE, that your name will be saved
Won't be dececrated with Mud!
And my work begins. And the wispers of prays,
The crackles of machines - are resembling.
But nevertheless, I'm about to stay
I'll be saving, protecting, preserving.
