Смерть Христа

Образ лягав на землю,
Такий злий, що квіти в’янули навколо.
Темна душа лягала на землю,
Така зимна, що вся вода перетворилась на лід.

Тінь падала понад лісом,
Коли душа образа гнила зсередини,
Коли образова душа була тінню...
Тінню сили зла...

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