Players...
I seem to to hear voices,
Of strangers under a pretty guise,
They open their purses,
They always win with lucky dices.
They cut each other throat,
So many thousands of times,
They play the giddy goat,
And struggle fierily for their lives.
They tell me the same story,
And vent their evil minds,
Send people to the glory,
Their souls make no any
signs.
They fast put two and two together,
Their wishes in few nasty words,
There is nothing like the leather,
Bank notes are their almighty gods.
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all and all good work, can't complain ;)
Ди Байжанов 20.12.2011 23:16 Заявить о нарушении