Why Do I Cry and I Don'T

There are a lot of not good things here and, of course, I won’t be crying, But pain grips heart of mine it seizes When you’re so strange when you’re decrying. I cry when I am forceless, say, When someone just dictates my being And future slams the door, no way, This is not fate not luck, I’m meaning Don’t make me beg don’t make me choose to freeze for death or burn in fire to die with honour or to lose it, to kill saint and to admire by tyrants to compare the lust with love, to friend the foe in action, Oh, beast with ten heads, oh, disgust, Hell gates will open, their faction calls these illusive evil gods to do blind justice just for nothing creating fools who have no thoughts to be so impudent in dicing. So many things these make me sad, But they won’t drop my tears I know it My reason won’t forgive I’m mad, Oh, generosity, die for it! My soul has mercy for all men There are a lot of things for schism This world is full of thoughts, again, But all’s material. Oh, reason!