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.