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21st century, inhabitants
For themselves - both prisoners and overseers.
They shout about freedom, but they drive prisons in stuffy,
Follow the ruin of his life, and gloomy
Shifting all the guilt
On the fate they invented.
Holding its long -expired policies in their hands,
These people scratch the doors so that they are laid in hospices,
Pray for help, although they only want pity,
Attributing the fatal outcome of his weakness,
They are looking for truth, taking a lie for simple foundations.
Otherwise, they are absolutely healthy
But simulate righteousness and even pain,
Although they have an inconspicuous bruise of their heads -
Healthy always feel, and not somewhere after the second
Piles of a 40-degree elixir of tenderness,
Giving them serenity.
I just can't understand
Why bell off your tail so false
In order to begging a calming stroke?
With a praying look begin to whine
Those who eji mittens torn others into the blood
They hated others, while bargaining their love.
They are trying to take away what they are unlikely to be able to hold
At the sight of their attempts, my friends would like to laugh.
Comic more than misanthropes dancing at the graduation,
And more funny than a water tap suffering from a thirst.
Since you are eager for love, so give love to yourself.

Personal Jesus for an hour is now not a luxury, but a means of existence
The world of people who crave to indifferent attention.
Crowds in lines to psychotherapists and ducher,
Even more - in stalls for beer, the rest are sitting in VKontakte.
Extra, empty words whip there, and Intro awaits the instructions
Instructions regarding the acquaintance of unreasonable expectations,
Which should be given to the charismatic Messiah,
Personing people and not from Russia.
In the beginning 10th, only Dr. House is suitable to become your idol,
And by the way, Lori himself is a hundred times smarter and more honest of his character.

Reciprocity for them is an empty exchange of transactions,
They are more professional than brokers with their shares.
As profitable in the "bluff" system as a bliff as possible,
De facto they are sincerity - their original sin.
I and we once unconditionally accepted their rules,
But something still tells you that such a system is wrong.
For humanity, hopes - no,
For a single - there is light,
It is enough to exhale and breathe a breath
Taking the courage to take the right path.
But everything is worthy - it is given by labor,
And when the doubt in you will wake up
About how to behave with yourself,
You, most likely, will see two ways:
Stay with honesty, stop being so picture,
At the same time, in the eyes of others, becoming a pinch of naive,
But yours will always evaluate your value,
Aliens, of course, will be trimmed with their own tar,
The biggest secret here is
That your true happiness costs thousands in the face of spit.
Another road will give an unkind dozen false larvae,
Which you will put on for something or without reasons,
For a brain from skepticism, you will get a helmet of a bonus,
In order to without a consequence to extort the most primitive affection for people,
It's a pity you will be left without light inside, you cannot illuminate yourself,
Daily driven by breaking every day you will drink light,
Trying to rob the others and cynicism of others,
Surprisingly how those who steal yours can fall so low.
And chose the first
And let me always succumb to any of their provocations,
But my proximity does not need any distances,
They are like an empty egg from a hundred shells
If the words from their tongue settled on their face,
They would be afraid of their reflections ...