My knife, your flesh – they rhyme so nice.
You play your game, you throw the dice.
Make sure you know – casino wins,
Soon you’ll regret your foolish sins.
Your so called demon (angel too)
Has no idea what to do.
Evade? Deny? Or run away?
You’ll fail to do it anyway.
Resistance – I will squeeze it out,
You’ve screwed your chance to make me proud.
Your wish to have your own fate
Will stay a wish – I dare to state.
Epitaph
© Copyright: Бухенвальд Залесский, 2012
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