babushkaira: посты

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Your head is heavy with sorrow so grand;
lost is kindness and happiness banned

your insides will break under your demand
so you doubt your own work, what you made with your hand.

No human wants to grant what you desire,
do you wish to kneel and beg for fame?

Yet all you hear is a loud scornful choir –
true greatness your aim, stand by your grand name.

You’re invisible to all around,
you live to serve them and so you lurk

in the shadows behind them, gaining ground,
Can you make them see the greatness of your work?

Текст дословный из игры. Буду очень благодарна.