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maanantai 22. helmikuuta 2016

Future keys


Well, well crashes of military,
and the ground drains precious blood,
and one trip to the ice,
the wind is sweeping across the desert,
under the sand traces of blood left.
Then perhaps in paradise
sometimes encountered, or
is in front of the fucking head?
The bomber squadron is
above the city, where
I have the keys to the future
I hid? So rusty
iron gate of the wall is
someone on barely more than climbs.
The world is today one
continuous nightmare,
The Finnish people
burial snow this winter.
You do not want to look at this
the world, and not consolation
a woman who alone
wander here.

Well, well crashes of military,
and the ground drains precious blood,
and one trip to the ice,
the wind is sweeping across the desert,
under the sand traces of blood left.

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