When my heart was stolen by a young man
I lost my nature and got a new one
And prayed for a rest in a nameless grave
Cause sun became a black hole after time.
Between the Hell and heaven I've been lost
But only ghosts has come to dry my tears.
I ate apple of knowledges and choked
But I was born again after my death.
"Who's fault?" I won't stop to inquiring,
Salting my wounds in again and again.
Don't call for a priest when I'll be dying
Or I'll spit Jesus out into his face.
Who s fault?
© Copyright: Марк Каратанов, 2022
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