All these red crows,
On every second tree.
Draw a pictogram on the body.
Are you honest with yourself?
Know you will die...
You suffer just like that!
Do not invent fairy tales,
You want the words "love"!
Do not go out the door,
The birds will eat your insides.
You're a liar, even for yourself.
Any other questions?
Do not look for any differences,
Find, first in soul.
Let the pain and blood
Open your eyes.
Red Crows
© Copyright: Данил Лувров, 2019
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