I. The storm is subjugated, it beats the thunder, in the sky - gloomily.
As if from the abundance of oppression did not become ill.
But no - with blistering clouds of blunt smoke
The essence is set forth in the digital version.
Around the groan, simple things understand breaking.
If it continues to be so, then it will not end in good.
Everyone has tipping points.
Remain nobody? Anyone but not you.
In Europe, the window was cut long before those
Whose appearance gives a cheap show off for a long time.
Confessions will never be received by one who
In a word - fulfilled, but in fact - zero.
Cannabinol Resins Absorb Love for Everything
Mine - let your dawn be closer too.
Always choose nectar, but not poison.
Just by doing so, you will get what you wanted.
Silence. Drops of rain splattered.
Who would know what is destined for us next.
A glass or a faceted glass is not the point.
It is worth doing something, and not just something.
Look deep into yourself. The soul has weight.
A couple of grams. So what? But at least she is.
More often it’s worth it, wise to catch up,
Not on anyone, but only on yourself.
II. Who knows whether to follow in the footsteps of those
Who inspired and will continue to inspire.
Useless bluff in places, smoke again, spliff,
Creative impulse again, cheese, milk, bread,
Beefsteak, horizontal bar. Blind, or not?
That conclusion is ridiculous, whose name is nonsense.
New victories must be completed
But in return, for a long time, everything was mired in a lie.
The rich acquire yachts, cars, apartments,
And on the border - young, like targets in a dash.
There is no show-off - sheket, scholar or polyglot.
The result - a fat bureaucrat full of stomach.
Everything was given to everyone initially, but there is but -
Not everyone is able to take this for truth.
Thoughts would clear of unnecessary, while
Hoping not only for the power of the Almighty.
People around often seem to be cunning.
My friend, stop. Do not immerse yourself in shame.
My verse, I would like to help you
In anything, at least the simplest.
Streams of sand through the fingers, like time.
Burdened with chains, doomed to captivity
Endless. For me, these lines are even treated somewhere.
III. The crests of the trident of Poseidon and the mouth of the Devil
A misfortune loomed over the souls.
Having fully observed the problem from the inside, you say:
"What Paradise is there - as if not to fall into the hell."
Do not eat yourself up like alkali Sodium O Ash.
In the furnace of scum, for happiness just something
Do business and lay back the whim.
We will only eradicate your inevitable courage.
I’m quite satisfied with the granted carte blanche,
My house and warmth are filled.
Do I need to build anything from myself and is it worth it
Labor prefer to fall face down on the bed.
Thoughts dried by tobacco and alcohol,
A storm in the mind is like a coma.
No, do not mourn in vain.
I am not a shepherd, and passions do not hold me.
