torment [Theme] Page 4

I know them - watch the afflictions:
Suffering, hope, fear,
The grip of the offense, the thorns of the passions,
Flowers scattered in the dust;
The bottomless pits of hell over your head,
The deep groan, the illness of dawn
And the wild winds howl -
They are with me, they're in.
Sometimes it would rabbincal
For the world as a buffoon;
But I always silent:
You know them, God knows them.

Love, inspiring aversion,
Not life - mortal torment.

Every liar is forced to build his life according to the laws of hateful, unnatural consistency. Play a role, and she becomes your torment and punishment.

I am the poet of Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
Joy I plant and increase upon myself, and I give torment a new language.
I am the poet of women and men the same,
And I say that being a woman is as great a fate as to be a man
I am saying that there is nothing greater than to be a mother of men.

You see, the Lord gave me enough on earth to suffer, to the nostrils. Although, what could be better?

What is the interest to torture people, no resistance?

We torment not the future tense and conditional mood.

Blood and fire I was covered,
Will burn and cutting, and stabbing,
Coal al to heart put
And burns my flesh.
If death is the light I'm dying,
If the death - I light will burn.
And tormentors of my I - don't forgive,
But for the flour - thank them.
For joy under torments torn,
And hope seems to me to be blood.
Let her for this joy is shed,
For the person to whom my love.

But where luminaries extinguished lik
We stopped for the period of
There's Infinity - only a moment
Crushable lightning torment.

He is so resigned to the inevitable first death, that the idea of a possible salvation seemed almost painful.

To torment the neighbors sought only one who is unhappy?

And happiness that has learnt from the hustle and bustle,
Anyone suffering was in the name of righteousness.

Comrades! It's time to oppose all who enslaved us! Let them know the courage of the Russian people! We all shed blood for the Motherland! We answered her call without a doubt! We gave their youth, their hearts, their souls to save her! We fought side by side against the fascists! We crawled across the bloody mud, in dry sand for the sake of our victory! Not for winning! Not for fame! For all the right reasons! We wanted revenge! When Berlin fell than repay us leaders? Instead of gratitude we waited suspicion and persecution! In the eyes of our leaders we were amazed by the capitalist plague! We were torn away from loved ones and thrown there! Here in this horrible place! Here we have languished, with no hope of rescue, no hope of justice! We worked in mines Dragovic, until the flesh started to peel from the bones! We watched as our comrades were dying from disease! We were starving! We were beaten! But not broke! Today, our cruel, dishonest leaders will get our message! Not to live them more at the expense of the suffering and toil of the people! Not to buy the souls of good people! They will fall! Won't forget us! Today, comrades, Vorkuta is in FLAMES!!!

Their rock is not shielding, a dead tree will not give shelter, the crickets - relief.