What's your worth,
What's your take
How much is the cake
In the end of the game
Whom you'd endlessly blame?
All the games, all the sports,
April with thunderstorms -
Rivers grow in size
Leading shores to demise.
In the force of the flood -
Breathe what's given by God.
We all helplessly swim
In the world filled till brim.
We are born to believe
In the fact that we'll live.
And you think that you live
All because you don't die.
And that cake is a lie. Yes,
the cake is a lie.
Cake is a lie
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2019
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