I was often told stop, they say this is not life
Come to your senses. What are you doing, fox. Turn around.
Is there nothing more to remember? Yes, but give a fuck
After lust, buried the hunt inhale.
To die, the exit is bad. And don't groan.
Took a place in hell, I'm not drowning like a fish in water.
As a farmhand I don't pull anything. How Obama Barack don't live
I call Mubarak Hosni to visit. I'm delirious in life.
As gypsies I do not steal horses, I repeat like a cockatoo.
I'll put a loop around my neck. I'm leaving in English.
I am not a vagabunt, but a herd of thoughts
How a tornado will spin a stale mind
Davakin who opened tuum zaora kogito ergo sum.
Like John Carter I fly to Borsum, not a badger.
Poking his finger along the way in the nose. I'm talking nonsense
For adequacy, I piss. Like bears in the forest. / what the fuck? /
The exorcist will not help, no matter how much you pray.
I have long been ruled by a cunning demon fox.
Fatalist, nephilist you can't escape him
You are like a gentle doe, I am like a fast trot.
I will not be adequate for long
Needles under the nails and salt in the eye sockets
Broken hands and never come back
I am the Servant of Satan by his right hand.
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Forget about the norms of old poets
regulations orders control dawns.
Like news in the press and yellow papers
Lost letters and last summer days
Like a new masterpiece written by someone
Madness burns through the veins
And you seem to be zombified on repeat
If you kill a person, you will enter the same sea.
From this again you expect results
A different outcome of a different alignment
But attempts are in vain and you are on the road
You wander through the thorns without seeing the vices.
Thank you mother fucking gave birth to a psychopath
Sorry for the mate, but life is not by pull
And heavenly mana won't come down from the sky
And you will not be saved from natural disaster.
Shit will be showered without visible consequences
People are humiliated if not local
Without the indulgence of your professions
Whether it's a janitor or a professor.
With a mop in hand or chalk in your pocket
You will be thrown under the bridge like a stone
Drenched in the ice-hole with Gasoline
You will wish you were shaved.
I didn't listen to the bitch, forgotten by the slut
On the board of honor forever hammered.
The coffin will be filled with a large lid
The word "love" has long been forgotten.
The feeling of longing is stitched with black thread
You closed the album of happiness in a black box
His keen eyes fixed on emptiness
I let out my wings, I closed the flaps
ups downs tides ebb
Do you deserve a chance for salvation?
Did I feel fear or despair, horror
Was I awakened in a cold sweat.
Have you seen dreams with big eyes?
Did you feel death under your feet?
Did you hear a terrible trembling howl?
Look around, he's coming after you.
With a bloody mouth grabs the shoulders
Tears to pieces, tears and dashes
Do you still believe that time heals us?
Hmm, fool, time is endless here.
Kilometers of space, Kilobytes of the system
As if stoned or under a hairdryer
Looking for a loved one in caves with mushrooms
You cut pigs, pierce them with knives.
You spend your days like that
Warrior Rakya is not fucked by anything.
They kill you, you attack again
You want to achieve your result.
It's like you're crazy about this
Just like me being a fucking poet.
Sitting for hours to release a hit
This is madness? no, it's a dead end.