The Harvester will come
Whether you love or loathe.
His eyes are aching greatly
Withstanding lies of games.
What made you get to this
You have in common with?
Your option full of ooze
In hands of bloody sale...
Wake up, wake up, my friend!
Hypocrisy will die,
We'll cut it out, my son.
And throw it all away,
Imagine I'm your prof.
You listen and obey.
Don't grit your teeth
And say:
I'm yours from now and then.
Lenten theme
© Copyright: Екатерина Мурзич 2, 2026
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