Thy soul is crueler than axes gently touch one's head...
So go on killing people's hopes like that;
God will take the bodies have been rotten
By the words you threw into an abyss with their acheful hearts,
But Justice's hands taking me within its core
Ask me why let I Thine be not mine anymore!
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© Copyright: Красавцев Сергей, 2009
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