My God, give me force and cure my consciousness, I ask you, darling !
I am going to accept your warning.
Give me guilty the last chance.
I think out for you surprising dance.
With a pain in my head I dance for you under Vivaldi s music and my blood boils, as if in me a
cocaine share.
I am a sleepy bear.
My God! It is a lot of ecstasy.
Perhaps, I have got very big fantasy?
I hear a voice from a vauld and the Holy Spirit comes to me again…
Except everything , a heavy rain…
Zevs has started up a thunder- storm.
Zevs, go to the heavently dorm!
He whispered it with a hard pain and with wine in a hand…
And so, children…The end.
Last chance for damned
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