The laundry hero's melting point
Is nearby off a jerking joint.
The sun, the moon as heaven's jest
Is on my line to be my best.
The endless dreamings was revoked
And flicker slowly in a gold.
The piercing truth is being lies,
The serpent's hands are all my lifes.
No good, no evil, just a sword
Of fearful mercy is all I called
That sneaking nights dry all of lights.
Beware of justice in your hands,
Beware of a duplicitous friends,
Beware of human beings' wrongs,
Beware nor cry, beware along.
The puppy hero's empty eyes
Are not a sacrified lies.
The sun, the moon as heaven's parts
Are on my line and so far.
No good, no evil, just a sword
Of fearful mercy is all I called
That sneaking nights steal all of minds.
No Good
© Copyright: Дмитрий Скобелкин, 2019
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