Grey skies are depressing me,
Earth is burning under feet.
I'll go away without you.
I don't need your meat.
You're nothing,
But you think,you're gods
In world you turned in hell.
You're proud of your foolish thoughts
And dumbness that you tell.
We'll break your slight,
And no more sorrow,no more tears.
We'll lance your dark insights
And fill your world with fear.
Misantropic
© Copyright: Криводрев, 2011
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