Vasili Petrovich

Kossack at Large

Your life is a lie, my friend

A sea of blood pools at your feet
But you only ever saw the last few drops as red

What was it that pushed you over the edge?
Was it fate?
Was it God?
Was it your own conscience snapping under the burden?

And what will happen when you learn
That you are just a puppet dancing on strings?

Are you the author of your own change of heart?
Are you the scribe that entered a new chapter in the book of your soul?

Or are you merely a pawn to be moved and sacrificed
So others can make their way across the board?

Think hard on this, my friend

For in time you may find out the answers