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The bitterness of anger
Aversion of microbes
The womb in rot
How did we live before?
Everything turned out to be rotten
Where did this time go?
If you ask me
I will turn away and not believe
(I will not answer)

Favorite people in the past
Now like wild animals
But they seemed so beautiful to us
Mad bears
Melted hopes
At the sight of the current species
It's not about resentment here
But only about the fact that you are nits

On the strings of the pain of the soul
They played like gusls
The gardens of the Semiramida are gone
Actually fuck
In fact and let it be so
Only then should remain
That so kept in themselves
That we loved so much in you
And not that now
Stomped with dust of disgust in us
From you only
Sad look
There are hundreds of thousands of you
Those who left millions of insults
(and nothing but nothing at all)

Words about love sweet
Beautiful
But so stupid, dangerous
There is nothing sweeter than the patho

There is nothing sweeter than the patho
Falls on sugar
So subject to the beautiful
Terribly painfully tearing
Though strange phrases
Unusual
Nothing here is a habit, but just a tribute
What was in your head before
When you were a child, when there was no falsehood in you
When everything was better when everything was clean
Wilted field, fallen leaves
Lupine will not bloom anymore
With you, Mr.
Memories in the fly
They will burn photos
And old songs will no longer be a stream
Past impressions will die
Being shot by the mafia

Now about the present
Life is built by you
So why do you limit yourself
Unnecessary dick
( for what?)

The patho is sweet
But falling to the floor
Only cockroaches will be lured
Which you wanted to trample
(Is always)