Reveal to me аn obvious truth,
Unambiguously say it aloud —
Every word is an elaborate ruse
For my mind you have enshroud.
Your essence has a subtle dark wit,
Not each person is able to get.
Make a terminal wide-open slit,
Сut me up. I will not fret.
My soul you fiercely desecrate
Can take whatever you'll dish out.
Incinerate me, trample, decimate —
It will be kept intact, no doubt.
Scorched, but not fallen apart,
Hard like a silica sinter,
Bury my permineralized heart
In the bleak cold midwinter.
In the bleak midwinter
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