In all the glory and self-evident conceit
I call for you, my lovely little creatures,
For you who cry in vain, laugh into stitches
Over inevitable enemy's defeat.
Participate in his tremendous fall!
Disdain his heart he gave away so quickly!
And paint him with revulsion thickly
For I have guzzled dry his weakened soul.
No choice do give him and no sensible advice.
He who's in love with ocean always drowns
Enchanted with the wave-transparent gowns,
That bare stone-cut knees and curvy thighs.
Condemned To Drown
© Copyright: Пророк Майя, 2013
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