Up to a crunch in bones
To be bent under the load,
To run and not to see
Before yourself the road,
Hoping on a certain
Light of vital gist.
And heart is beating,
And it stops in a breast.
And life is destroyed by
An iron dark force,
And a corpse of the Earth
Is hoping for worst.
Burning cities,
In your house is an arson.
And life kills,
And a body - prison.
Up to a crunch in bones... не судите слишком строго
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