Your spirit has already abandoned your flesh,
Why should it be in something that's dead?
The angels don't weep about you. Smash.
It's just a sound of your bones getting cracked. Sad.
We all know you cannot attempt to win. Pathetic.
We all know how you survive. Anesthetic.
I cannot escape your empty eyes,
You are nothing but pieces of flies
To me.
I don't have any sympathy.
I spread my words like a snake
Spread it's venom after poisonous bite.
Everything that is mine I will take,
Even if I'll have to strike and then fight.
They will obey, and you will too
My wisdom is contagious like flue.
My ego
© Copyright: Рита Маругина, 2013
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