Ника Цербер - Полигон
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In a handbag is a hundred
Everything is clear to me
And you cry about me with your mother
My poems merge with the bats
You angered heaven
Black strip, bustle
Darkness and you have nowhere to run
I am for Christ's bosom
I'm not your bride
You will soon learn what kind of test I am from
Your life is emptiness
New names, Marina Tanya Natasha
You are older every year
And I'm getting younger and more beautiful
Among high -rise buildings and towers
The parties become boring
Look for, you will not find me better
I spin in the event
And you are still unlucky
Do not ask why
You yourself drove yourself into this prison
For life in my captivity
I'll take you to a veil
And live one for you
Without my rainbow songs
You play love like Messi in football
And you drink Panadol nervously
You are not interesting to me anymore
The mold has already started in your pants
Go to my page in contact
Jerk off, dream about sexual intercourse
You hung somewhere in the intermission
Between jerking and sex
My feelings for you cannot be described in one text
Even if I write a whole treatise about you
You will always be guilty, always guilty
Debats are open, you will like cotton boobs
And look at the dial
The last alarm sounds
Soon everything will burn to the damn mother, it will scatter ash
And spread through the wind without a trace
One on one with this sad planet
Foam on yourself. You look so ridiculous
Our paths are drawn by the sky
Were. But for now everyone forgot
Try to find yourself better
But you know that I'm cooler
The sky was covered with clouds, and with a wire prickly
Your road is outlined to me
Now pray to God
So that I forget everything and let go
I still have strength
And if you are sweet
On the brakes I will lower your last puncture
I write everything in the protocol
And sunbathe on the throne
This is not a pride, but a blueberry
Your lousy laconication
He will bring you to the grave
Although maybe I will cool
But do not hope, my enemies all flies in the back
Throw you a new incentive?
Your apologies would be in place
You would have escaped arrest
And heaps of problems, lost all your harem
You are a mummy businessman and will soon become anyone, you will become anyone
Blood from ripped veins seems to be
But you are not tormented by conscience
I will write a sad story about you soon
How did your train go
And you did not even jump into the last carriage
This is your training ground, your landfill
When you crawl to me to bow
And you will ask for mercy
I will tell you about the flame hell
From sinful souls that languish in the boiler
You do not have long to walk on the ground.