Water, earth, air and fire,
Spring and fall, winter and summer.
Four is life and four is death,
The most enigmatic digit of the Earth.
My nervous string will break by now,
I want to beat you, and get you down.
Look in my eyes, there's no even cleanness,
The lips are bitten. You're so useless.
The best of my vices is atheistic idea,
I have no role models or any ideals.
Nuclear warfare and chemical threats,
Atrocious inventions of our life needs.
Chiefs call up me to save their lives.
Who the fuck are they to command my life?
All that they deserved is digit 4.
They will not get anything more.
I won't be killed or to adore.
All that they deserved is digit 4.
4 is death!
4!
4
© Copyright: Александр Смит, 2005
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