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Descendants of Cain

Потомки Каина

He told us no lies, that harsh spirit with sad
eyes and the morning star's name:
he said, "Don't worry about Heaven's vengeance;
eat of the fruit and be like gods."

Young men can go anywhere, now,
old men can do anything,
and girls have
amber fruit and unicorns white as snow.

But why do our knees go weak,
why do we feel forgotten by Someone,
why do we understand the horror of the ancient temptation

When someone's hand, by accident
and only for a moment, knots
two sticks, two blades of grass, two poles, and shapes a cross?

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