I do not have a wings,
The devil stolen them.
A day is nothing brings
To sounds of fm.
I do not could to fly,
I'm void in the peace.
My dreams a slowly die
Can't perform they caprice.
Dreams. One and the same dreams.
To selects the last force
Can't hear your remorse.
Sense. I don't believe in sense.
Kill fucking prejudice
On day of solstice.
Believe in yourself - not in a god,
Which makes efforts into the blood.
25/03/2012
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