Gulliver In Slavage
Gulliver shrugged his shoulders and remarked:
- There are Christians who do not believe in an immortal soul. They literally understand the words: the soul that sins, let it die. Although the bible says that people are already dead in the eyes of God!
The girl giggled and replied:
- A head of cabbage! More precisely, one can argue about religion for a very long time and without meaning.
You better sing something funny!
Gulliver took and sang;
There are no trifles in the layout of the underworld,
Any excuse for the devil is like a hook.
If there is no grace in the world of the Lord,
That means the inferno pool is not far away!
After all, evil is so fond of the world,
Like islands without a compass of good...
Although the heroism of valor is sung -
In fact, the King of the Universe is Satan!
The cruel in this world succeeds,
He who does not know pity is the king!
There are traps under the palm tree even of paradise,
Where is the good? His insignificant zero!
Any faith can be corrupted
Any glory smells, know the noose ...
Reptiles hiss insidiously in the sandbox -
And I want to light up the world with a dream!
Strive for the light, but soar in the darkness,
Hunt to bestow, but empty pocket!
If you don't want to live like a miserable parrot,
Go to meanness, cunning and deceit!
It's disgusting even to live under a layer of mucus,
Where without roof support - not a step!
Souls rush like a falcon on high,
But the flesh is in the swamp, the sword shines the enemy!
How did it happen that happiness faded?
And why reign evil everywhere?
Doesn't God have enough power?
So that everyone is always good?
After all, man was not created by a fanatic,
After all, in every heart there is a fountain of love ..
Why don't people know how to measure
And happiness is built only on blood?!
Unfortunately, you can't find the answer yourself.
So it has been a terrible thing in the world since the century ...
And the demons make a terrible face at you,
And it seems that the Lord has forgotten the people!
But I do not believe - evil is not omnipotent,
You just need to squeeze the will into a fist!
Then the impulse leading to hell will disappear,
And there will be peace and harmony between us!
Gulliver sang so beautifully and with feeling. And his song should be noted good.
The orcs, meanwhile, had roasted the boy's heels well, but they had not achieved anything.
Alas, this is a huge problem.
Then they began torturing the girl. She was first tied to goats, and struck on her bare heels with a spinner.
The girl screamed in terrible pain, groaned, twisted, but still did not give useful information.
The torture dragged on a bit... Seeing that the sticks did not work, the orcs set fire to the fire and again smelled of burning.
Yes, these are bad monsters and executioners.
And Gulliver, meanwhile, took and sang, again a good song;
My imagination struck
Everything became bright, as if in October!
And we put the pitchfork in the sides of the evil demon,