Записки Неизвестного - Оторванная часть
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The sky was driven into the crown, memory -
Stainless nails,
And slaughter a dumb soul,
It remains only with anger:
The multi -colored world of illusions,
The world of suffering is anathema,
The body melts this world
The world melts a dead time.
Murder before birth
With the inscription "for good."
Rain on an umbrella
Fragmented the face of the paper.
Thirteen thousand screams
Will turn only into a whisper,
Ropot, there were no pictures here,
But photos are driven into the stones.
Under the eternal hat of the sky
Stupid life of the network,
There is no bread under the hat,
Lost lot.
Under the screams of those not born -
In eternity from the gun.
On the shelves in stores,
The toys cried.
A wretched attempt
Start from the beginning,
Diving into epitim
from a rotten pier.
Tomorrow was eager
In today's mouth.
The integrity of the universe -
Substituted part.
Festive nights clang glasses,
A festive noise is aching pain,
After all, people howl like a wolf,
Grinding into the infertility of his own thoughts!
"Let me go into pain - Naughty body!"
The bonded birth is resurrected by the execution.
By
Stations -
Resurrection,
To the station -
Saturday,
Bends us
intoxication,
And on the lips
The vomiting froze.
The margin of the present
She sang a song of wind with leaves.
They killed a flame that they could kill sparks.
They burned their thoughts
The last scraps.
Torn scratches cannot be pulled by threads!