We shall all die

my illness is a love.
my soul is a fire.
i drank a whiskey glass.
becouse we shall all die.

i am looking on the sky.
the clouds are flown highly.
i had one quastion: why?
becouse we shall all die.

this evening is rainy.
my future is too dark.
i shall be wholly crazy.
my illness is a love.


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