I am murder’s cry near a gallows poll.
I am heated clamp that tear your soul.
I am a rusty nails that pierce thief’s flesh
And nothing can stop my evil march.
You are under me since your birth,
Every shadow is part of me on this feeble earth.
You are stare at sun - I make you blind.
You are fight your wars - I make you die and decay.
You are produce the waste - I make your children pay,
And nothing is there to help you get away.
I am a total wave that reap a shore.
I am a hurricane that level everything you love.
I am a fatal virus that your body can’t sustain.
I am the irruption that will kill you all
And will make you understand your mistakes...
April 2, 1997
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
Voices in my head notes about us
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