Metox, Марк, Паша Техник - Суд Присяжных
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Marat quietly got used to it, having won respect from the inmates
His business was progressing
During investigative experiments - tearful sadness
I feel sorry for myself, I don’t feel sorry for this whore’s family
Even the investigator warmed to him, after a while
Being a fagot in Rus' is a heavy burden
Anal pain, stress, anxiety
And how happy he was for him, - after all, right now Maratik is with us
He promised that he was petitioning for a lenient sentence
He will also talk to the prosecutor.
The situation is ambiguous Marat,
Even thieves sometimes make noise for me for you
They say that God himself sent you on a mission:
Here back to earth, and with what!
Freeing you is, of course, unthinkable
But we will try to make your term shorter
Stages, investigation, so time dragged on
But fate smiled on Marat
A jury trial has been scheduled for this matter.
Still four corpses plus one fucked
Khata accompanied him to the stage mentally
They asked the abbot to pray for him
In the morning I jumped into the funnel until the trial
Great Russia, terrible times
The prisoner was chifred, crossed himself
And into the courtroom - how surprised Marat was there
The fucked brother stands in the role of a terribly
And one of the jurors, mothers, is Glafira
In a pink scarf, a modest sundress
It's good that no one here knows him
It just happened to be an intervention from God
Oh, what a road it was from the cemetery
The judge reads the charges slowly
The convoy smelled of Marrakech smoke
My brother endured and tells how he was fucked
And you can hear from the intonation that he liked it
The convoy hands over to the judge the little stuff from the thieves
Where is it written to forgive for the sake of all saints?
Also a manuscript from the church from the priest
About the fact that he is a sinner, but worthy of forgiveness
Marat made a speech and confession,
That he's a resurrected fag with an important task
I stumbled once, but it won’t happen twice
And then they listened to the jury
Glafira made an acquittal
He told the judge what a faggot and what’s wrong
Well, he killed and fucked, but still not easy
Maratik has a smile on his lips
The judge goes into the decision-making room
Sitting thinking about this crime
And suddenly the icon nearby begins to stream myrrh
The judge believed in Marat more firmly
Goes out into the hall and reads the verdict
Five days of settlement, but there is a condition
Marat must fulfill what he promises
I forgive, even though I saw so much blood
Attendance at the polls is also required.
They will start very soon
We expect from you everything that you have concluded
And do what you owe to God
Marat is taken away, Glafira applauded
With the escort in the prisoner snored from the water
Then back to the pre-trial detention center, God has mercy on you
Everyone tells him it was so great
Next is the stage to the village - wet-room with the men
Maratik was cooing diligently there
And the idea matured to create our own Party
Become a real lifesaver for this world
We will reach the highest level!
In the meantime, off to the elections as promised!
The floodgates have opened - freedom, soon troubles with fools
Who did he vote for?