Pain passes with time and years,
Everything passes just wait.
Even the ancients heal their wounds,
Even hell looks like heaven somewhere.
Everything happens sometimes,
Sometimes slowly stretches in the eyes...
People change the rules of the system.
Born pass into the dust.
In the world, the world is ruled by war.
How can someone pray to himself.
The pain passes, time multiplies everything,
Sharing body and soul, joy, pain.
You need to think before the disaster begins,
Having provided the final fantasy.
Everything in the end becomes garbage.
In which the soul becomes dirty...
27.04.19
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