Our killers are so close to us
And their weapon is cognation,
They think is love that‘s what they passed
And they needs for the obligation.
But my self-support was destroyed,
My soul was last that they took care for,
My full-grown mind makes them annoyed
Cause money was their only favor.
There are some relatives and friends
Who makes to us a some disservice.
We dying, but when our life ends
Only testate makes them so nervous.
Our killers are so close to us
© Copyright: Исаков Александр, 2017
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