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maanantai 1. elokuuta 2016

Manifesto


I can not hide wrote to
message in a drawer
behind the table cloth. Word creates a
another third for sentence
build. Row after row
dancing melody or
jerky word to march.
The world is a mere clowns
arena full of women wearing
caftan. You pick up a knife in the air
smite it without mercy
the escape of the soul stigma.
You turn the knife in the wound,
and blood droplets visible
space in the gray air.

Yet once more I whisper,
then cry out loud.
Too cruel to highlight the
dilemma, what each
acute angle.
You're planning to love
murder, it's all in vain
for. You ever read
like an open book, you
you are full of brutal love,
jealousy sword
shock. Who will give birth
Child, which is part of the dark
more gloomy darkness of night
darker. Young inexperienced
Whereas the mother is everything
through rose-tinted glasses.
Man, boy still can not
the world know the truth,
is not it at all that
the man is a part of war
otherwise there is no world
children home.


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